A few days since, I thought I heard a jallaloo, but it was most certam today, however, there is no doubt a bunt is. I heard one 6 or 8 times, he was flying, ap- parently clear one, and I did not catch sight of him. He flew up the San Joaquin valley very bravely. How tame they are there! What company they are when you are not ginning! I so had a better time when you have met. How many young shot at them as they have spoiled by follow- [illegible] Going ahead & Reeling up, whatever last thing "Look at here, look at here, look at here, See me" How plentiful their "O" O, dear, dear," when near their nests, which, however, you never find. How grotesque the young, with long legs & neck, pic- tured with down just the color of the sand in which they crouch, are invisible. How odd those wing of that tail, with little pencils of feathers sticking