VAGRANT VERSE
QUAIL. I wandered out one rainy day And heard a bird with merry joys Cry “wet. my foot” for half the way; I stood and wondered at the noise, X When from my foot a bird did flee— The rain flew bouncing from her breast— I wondered what the bird could be, And almost trampled on her nest. The nest was full of eggs and round—I met a shepherd in the vales, And stood to tell him what I found, He knew and said it was a quail’s. For he himself the nest hari found. Among the wheat and on the green When going on his daily round. With eggs as many as fifteen. Among the stranger birds they feed, Their summer flight is short and tow; There’s very few know where they breed, And scarcely any where they go. . . Otar
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Southland Times, Issue 18972, 20 June 1923, Page 4
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143VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 18972, 20 June 1923, Page 4
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