A Nostalgic Sound

On my catch to Eagle Bluffs Conservation Area this morning, the refuge seemed a chip subdued; piece thunderstorms rumbled to its south, the floodplain save received simply a few passing showers.  Beneath the low, grayness overcast, the birds carried on amongst their morn routines simply were relatively quiet, peculiarly for early on May.  Influenza A virus subtype H5N1 pregnant exception was the calling of northern bobwhites, manifestly proclaiming their territorial rights.

During my pre-teen years, when I lived inwards the northeastern suburbs of Cincinnati, my friends as well as I spent much of our fourth dimension exploring the nearby fields as well as woodlands (see Wonderland).  On those excursions, I became real familiar amongst the telephone yell upwardly of the bobwhite as well as nosotros would occasionally even those eastern quail equally nosotros tramped across abandoned farmlands.

Now, to a greater extent than or less lx years later, that audio is non nearly equally mutual inwards the Central as well as Eastern the U.S. of A. since agriculture as well as suburban "development" convey destroyed much of the quail habitat.  Nevertheless, their distinctive telephone yell upwardly has a nostalgic ring, taking me dorsum to those carefree days of tree forts as well as outdoor adventure.