"Bob White" was a Sound I Heard Growing up in the 1960s

Come to find out, things seem to vanish without one's awareness .. take for instance the "Bob White" I heard every morning and evening I walked/run around the fields near my new subdivision back in the early 1960s. I do not remember hearing this since the mid-1970s .. and that is sad.

Sad because it was the independent, entrepreneurial farmer's farms that made the best habitat for these birds. So the lament is not just for the bird, but a way of life summed up in the conclusion of this article linked below and in the following quote from it:

",,So family farms grew to be few in number, the hedgerows were destroyed, topsoil eroded, and gone too are all but the last remnants of the self-sufficient, independent citizenry that once flourished upon the country’s agriculture. Of course, the republican society that once flourished on the foundation on widely distributed property with its hallmarks of civility, manners, and hospitality has all but vanished as well. And Gentleman Bob is rarely heard in his former haunts on a June morning."

Gentleman Bob and the Decline of the South | Abbeville Institute