There is a clutch (clutch?) of Bob White here at the school behind the bus garage/football stands in a grove of white pine (and poison ivey).
I began to hear the familiar call "bob-whyte!" anout a week ago. I have not heard that sound in about thirty years. The males are walking around the school grounds calling us.
One of them wondered into the garage this AM.
They are wonderful to have around again.
I began to hear the familiar call "bob-whyte!" anout a week ago. I have not heard that sound in about thirty years. The males are walking around the school grounds calling us.
One of them wondered into the garage this AM.
They are wonderful to have around again.