Wiley Ranch - Snail hunt (cont.) walked west along the road while Woody went back for the car, and I heard birds calling at the road fork bordering the field of bull peppers. When Woody came up we pushed the corey -- one above and one below -- and scattered them along the steep sage bank to the south. Oddly enough, the birds stuck after one flush, and we moved systematically through them with devastating success. All of these birds had full crops, mostly ligumera (lotus?), and perhaps this helped make them amenable to crawling into the very sparse sage cover, both grazed by cattle. In any event we moved along jumping birds singly or in small groups, and after some damn good shooting I suggested we had better count our birds. The limit down here I think is 6 (elsewhere to the north it is 10), he had 13 birds between me so we unloaded our guns at joint, though there were many more scattered ahead of us. This little shoot was the best I have had in three years. We saw a quincie falcon along the road as we left the Wiley Ranch. Adults Imm. Male Female Male Female 6 12 4 3 < 25 for 3 days This comes to 39 imm: 100 adults