We were overjoyed this morning when this pair of Northern Bobwhites walked out from under the shrubbery to forage around one of our bird feeding stations.
We'd had one male in the yard a few years ago...
...but this is our first pair.
This is a totem bird for me. It was the first bird I ever really knew existed. Sitting on the porch swing of my Grandparent's farm house, little 5-year-old Kimmer sat beside her Grandpa Jake, who she idolized. And when he whistled that sharp, clear "BobWHITE."
and the bird called back from the ravine on the edge of their yard...well,
I just knew that my Grandpa was magic. ♡♡♡
And off they go, back under the shrubbery from whence they came.
Thanks for stopping by and making our hearts so happy, you dapper little birds. ♡♡♡