Quail Shooting Winter Scene Flock of Colthurio Thrushes 401 1876. Nov. 28 Every blade of grass was, upon fun. Every twig was delicately draped with the powdery substance and every blade of green torn from the slight wind which had arisen. shaking caused the trees to wave to & fro gently Throwing flickering Shadows everywhere on the spots solfer beneath, The woods were rich with this wintry foliage but not luxuriant, & the effect was more that of the first unfolding of the leaves in May than of the heavy masses of foliage from days which almost enshroud the landscape in July. As we forced our way through the thickets the snow shook down upon us in showers, loading our hat rims & shoulders & lightly down on backs, Thus our fairly scant enjoyment. Upon first striking the quail ground Warren started a covey of 8 birds from an open field and then were all that we found during the day. I fired three shots at them & killed two. We also started them again at which I fired an equal number of times but without avail. Found the tracks of another busy of quail but could not start the birds. A boy runs over a surprising amount of country in the course of a morning. "Hanna" worked fine as usual and made a number of five points. Gray told me the other day of a flock of Thrushes, (Sorchis) that he saw in Nov. Some three years back. About 25 were collected together in a small orchard and the whole body kept moving along from tree to tree.