Beneath the yellow rose sits mama quail. After laying an egg a day for 13 days, she's setting upon her future brood. Every evening features daddy quail wandering into the property, escorting mama from the nest, and taking her for a cruise of dinner forage. When the meal is complete, he sits upon the garden's high spot, and ensures mama's safety as she returns to the nest. Where he then goes, nobody knows.
The window sill bird guide understates the majesty of the California quail. It mentions a "Chicago" like call and the fact that they are plump and chicken-like. It speaks not to the vigilance of daddy and the steadfast determination of mama. In 13 days or so, these pages should, hopefully, feature images of the quail conga line meandering through the garden.
The above book seems interesting, and will be a target of future thrifting adventures.
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