Year: 269 (Quail)
So I said to myself, "Colin, if you're serious about getting to 300 this year, you just can't miss Quail, you need to see one soon before they stop calling. Get out there and find one lad, and don't come back until you do." Seven hours and 350 miles later I'm in Aberdeenshire listening to Quail. If only the rest of life could be that simple....
Quail.
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