The Gift of a Quail

Monday morning I was at Roaring Creek Farm fertilizing the orchard I’m starting in one of the pastures there — peach, pear, persimmon, mayhaw and mulberry trees.

From the longleaf pine woods next to the pasture, I heard the song of a bob white quail. These magnificent birds have become rare for many reasons, and it’s always a treat to hear their calls of “bob white, bob white” in the spring.

I moved next to a big pecan tree, and being a thoroughly modern kind of guy, I took out my iPhone and opened my iBird PRO ap. I started playing the sounds of a calling male quail and an answering female.

Sure enough, a lone bob white quail walked out of the woods and right next to my feet, obviously trying to figure out this large quail in blue jeans and a bright orange shirt.

It had enough and flew back into the woods with a burst of speed.

Two more times I called from the pecan tree, and two more times the quail came out, flying circles around me before heading back to the woods.

Not a bad day. Not a bad day at all.






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I wrote opinion columns for The Florida Times-Union for 28 years. I retired in December 2017, but I still have a few things to say. Often those thoughts come to me when I'm at our farm in Gadsden County where life is simple and the environment still beautiful.

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