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King let chattering. Heard the Song of the Fox Sparrow and saw the author of it in the lower branches of an elm. When it saw me it flew off. There were several of them here.  Their notes could be distinguished easily from the kissing note of the Junco.  Was crossing the little slough when a covey of Quail jumped up.  There were about 20 of them.  There were five young ones that could not fly as fast as the others.  They lit in a bunch of grass while the others went 

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farther.  They rose when I was about 4 or 5 feet off and divided two going forward and 3 back.  The first ones lit in a brushpile and called like [[underlined]] quoi pie [[/underlined]].  It was not giving in the same tones that the old ones used.  I tried to follow them but ran into a bunch of stick tights and spent a good half hour picking them off.  After a few minutes the Quail began to call from across the river.  The ones near me answered and started on foot in the direction from which the