Northern Bobwhite Framed Print
Northern Bobwhite Framed Print
Size & framing
12 × 12 in overall, in a 0.75 in wood frame (Black or Red Oak). The plate sits on an ivory sheet with a border of about an inch, like a matted print.
Printed on 189 g/m² enhanced matte paper, behind an acrylic front. Hanging hardware is included.
Prefer to frame it yourself? It also comes unframed.
A male bobwhite, white throat and eyebrow, the bird a southern hunter calls a partridge.
The print
- The full plate with its name, legend and credits, re-rendered from the source scan at print size, not enlarged from a shirt file.
- Restored from a library scan of the original book; nothing redrawn.
- Keep out of direct sunlight; dust the frame with a dry cloth.
Shipping & production
Each print is printed and framed for you after you order, usually within 2–5 business days, then shipped in its own box (separate from any shirts in the same order). Shipping is shown at checkout before you pay.
Returns
If your print or frame arrives damaged or misprinted, contact us within 30 days of delivery with a photo and we'll send a replacement or a refund. Because every print is made to order, we can't accept returns for a change of mind.
Plate 011
From the book
- Species
- Colinus virginianus
- As named in the book
- Quail.
- Artist
- J. L. Ridgway
- Book
- Second Annual Report of the Commissioners of Fisheries, Game and Forests of the State of New York, 1897
“'Quail' (in New England and most portions of the Mississippi Valley); 'partridge' (in Southern States).”
Then and now
Bobwhite numbers have fallen sharply since the 1960s as old fields and hedgerows have disappeared.
Field notes
Up north it was quail. Down south your grandfather called it a partridge.
New York's 1896 game report wrote down both names: "'Quail' (in New England and most portions of the Mississippi Valley); 'partridge' (in Southern States and parts of the interior)." Everybody agreed on the whistle, a clear, rising bob-WHITE from a fencepost in June.
J. L. Ridgway painted a male: white throat and eyebrow framed in black, chestnut back, flanks scalloped in white and brown. He stands on a weathered board at a field edge, which is exactly where bobwhites live: weedy fencerows, brushy old fields, burned-over pine woods.
Those edges have been disappearing for decades as fields got bigger and cleaner, woods grew thick without fire and towns spread. The Breeding Bird Survey shows bobwhite down about 85 percent from 1966 to 2014. The good news is that they respond fast to habitat: prescribed fire, field borders and native grasses bring the whistle back.