One day this week as I was headed toward the gate in front of the house, a quail burst into flight from the other side of the juniper in the corner. It had probably been outside the yard and I couldn’t see it because of the juniper. I knew immediately what it was because of the distinctive whirring sound of its wings. There are plenty of quail out at Wildcat Bluff Nature Center and I often scare a covey up out of the tall grass. This one flew straight toward the enclosure and disappeared behind a juniper. Cookie the cat set off in pursuit but I don’t think he was successful in catching it. Continue reading “Quail sighting”
Quail sighting
by rakeeter 
McBride, David Nichols (1849-1928). David Nichols McBride, Panhandle rancher was born on October 22, 1849, in Henry County, Illinois. In the 1870’s he arrived at Fort Sill, Indian Territory and made a living by trading in horses and other items with the Indians on the reservation. There, on July 2, 1876, he married Abigail Catherine Stringer, a native of Indiana who was teaching at the agency school. 
Celebrating September/October birthdays has been a challenge this year. It was simple enough with Vivian. Jill made a cake, we sang happy birthday and Vivian opened presents. But Rebecca and Joyce were another matter. Rebecca’s was on Monday, October 3 when we were still in Garland. We got home that afternoon but Monday is an odd time to celebrate a birthday so the plan was to combine Li’l r’s with Joyce’s the following Sunday. We did manage to squeeze it in Sunday afternoon between other activities so they got their cake and all but I still haven’t gotten a present for Joyce. She just waves me off when I suggest doing so. 
