I know this picture is horribly flat and has banding, but I did that in my post processing so you could see the quail in the shadow of Wyatt’s hand. Look at the size of it compared to his fingers.
There we were minding our own business, sitting on the front porch, as usual. Suddenly we see a mamma quail and her flock of babies run across our grass. The baby quail are back.
Our neighborhood is practically a bird sanctuary, as Wyatt says. Look, any moment, year round, at our front lawn, and your bound to see at least two or three birds hopping in the grass or flying up to the tree. We have pidgeons, quail, finches, tons of robins, starlings, sparrows, ducks, geese, and pheasants, all on a daily basis. We are even occasioned by a bird of prey once in a while.
Quail lived in the neighborhood I grew up in, and I remember as a child trying my darndest to catch a baby. I could get pretty much any other baby bird–all they ever did was sit in their nest. But those baby quail could out run any ten year old!
Today, as we sat, watching the quail, a couple happened to get separated from mamma and came running onto my porch! I cornered them and actually caught two! Look how tiny these are–about the size of a quarter. So cute. Olivia was enthralled that we caught them, she’s been trying to catch a bird since she was big enough to walk. I guess some dreams do come true 😀