Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVII, No. 5, November 1850Various
General
Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVII, No. 5, November 1850
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The Quail pairs early in March; begins to lay early in May, in a nest
made on the surface of the ground, usually at the bottom of a tussock or
tuft of grass, her eggs being pure white, and from ten to thirty-two in
number, though about fourteen is probably the average of the bevies. The
period of incubation is about four weeks, the young birds run the
instant they clip the shell, and fly readily before they have been
hatched a fortnight. So soon as the first brood is well on the wing, the
cock takes charge of it, and the hen proceeds to lay and hatch a second,
the male bird and first brood remaining in the close vicinity, and the
parents, I doubt not, attending the labor of incubation and attending
the young. This I have long suspected; but I saw so many proofs of it,
in company of my friend and fellow sportsman, “Dinks,” while shooting
together near Fort Malden, in Canada West—where we found, in many
instances, two distinct bevies of different sizes with a single pair of
old birds, when shooting early in September of last year—that we were
equally convinced of the truth of the fact, and of the unfitness of the
season.
In October, with the exception of a very few late broods, they are fit
for the gun; and then, while the stubbles are long, and the weeds and
grasses rank, they lie the best and are the least wild on the wing. The
early mornings and late afternoons are the fittest times for finding
them, when they are on the run, and feeding in the edges of wheat and
rye stubbles, or buckwheat patches bordering on woodlands. In the middle
of the day they either lie up in little brakes and bog-meadows, or bask
on sandy banks, and craggy hill-sides, when they are collected into
little huddles, and are then difficult to find. As soon as flushed, they
pitch into the thickest neighboring covert, whether bog-meadow,
briar-patch, cedar-brake, ravine, or rough corn-stubble, they can find,
their flight being wild, rapid, and impetuous, but rarely very long, or
well sustained. As they unquestionably possess the mysterious power,
whether voluntary or involuntary, of holding in their scent, for a short
time after alighting, and are difficultly found again till they have
run, I recommend it, as by far the better way, to mark them down well,
and beat for another bevy, until you hear them calling to each other;
then lose no time in flushing them again, when they are sure to
disperse, and you to have sport with them.
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