The Mexican Ground Dove 
ship. The call note, do 
woo' uk, odd woo' uk , 
sounds a little hard and 
unromantic in compari¬ 
son with that of the 
larger doves. The sound 
is very penetrating, but 
it is so low-pitched that 
some people fail to ob¬ 
serve it. The singer is 
discreet, and the sound 
usually ceases upon the 
appearance of the ever- 
despicable human. Yet 
at close quarters with 
his lady love, the work¬ 
aday swain knows how 
to be tender. At such 
times he trails after his 
enamorata with trem¬ 
bling wings and cries kool 
kdoul. The daily visit 
to the drinking pool is 
the recognized occasion 
for amours. Then dis¬ 
cipline relaxes and stern 
matrons will now and 
then accept blandish¬ 
ments at which cold 
reason shudders. But, 
after all, drinking’s the 
thing, and this, again, is 
business. The dovelet 
Taken in Arizona Photo by the Author , ill 1 C 
HER HUFFINESS, THE MEXICAN GROUND DOVE Seeks 3. Shallow edge OI 
mud and thrusts a beak 
in boldly. Not by the indolent dip and trickle of Chat or Thrasher does 
she satisfy thirst. No; with beak fully submerged, she drinks in rapid, 
gainful gulps. Heads up, a significant exchange of glances, and off they 
whirr with that directness which marks this bird an infallible champion 
of efficiency—and—tediousness. Dura et inexorabil-is — tu, 0 Nana! 
Also a disappointment. 
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