The first bird sound I learned as a child was the distinctive Bobwhite quail.
His "bob-white" call rolled across the countryside--and soon rolled over my tongue.
And then it disappeared.
For years, the only bob-white sound I've heard have been around sheepdog trials. For many handlers, the come-bye, or go left, whistle is the sound of bob-white.
Until this spring.
For the first time in years, I've heard a Bobwhite quail.
These birds live in overgrown fields, shrubby areas and grasslands--something that's been lost to modern farming practices and development. Years ago, we established a wildlife strip along our fence rows and have turned a farm field into pasture. Maybe the quail find it attractive.
As I listen to him sing throughout the day, I watch the Border collies. Do they think this feathered visitor is giving herding commands?
They don't seem to notice.
Because they can tell the difference between a human bob-white call and that of the real thing.