It was Bank Holiday Monday and reports came through on the internet that two quail were calling at Whittington, so I grabbed my binoculars and dashed down there.
I had only walked a short distance along the bridle path towards Handkerchief Barn, where they had been reported to be singing from a barley field, when I heard one of the birds on the right hand side. There calls are unmistakable. It is a trisyllabic call, whit, whit, whit, and has often been described as 'Wet-my-lips'. It wasn't long before another quail started up on the left hand side.
Quails rarely show themselves and this was true of this duo. Nevertheless, it was a delight to stand there listening to them on a pleasant late spring evening.
Further along the path, towards Handkerchief Barn, a corn bunting was giving its characteristic song, often described as a jangling of a bunch of keys. Numerous skylarks were in full song overhead and a delightful male yellow wagtail put in an appearance.
Corn Bunting |
Skylark |