I saw some again yesterday. It’s kind of a rare sight. They hide in the bushes and don’t come out. And when we come close, their parents make all kinds of noise and try to distract us and lead us in the wrong direction – away from them.
I don’t try to chase them. Well, I might, but I know I would get to the end of my leash and go boing – and that would be as far as I’d go. Kind of embarrassing. I wish my person would let go sometimes.
But they were out yesterday. I think we came around a corner and surprised them. They didn’t expect us to be there. And they ran. Right into the bushes.
My person says they’re cute. I don’t know what cute is, but some people say I’m cute. How can we both be cute? We don’t look anything alike.
Anyway, I think those baby quail are scaredy cats. Or maybe they’re scared of cats. And me – and my person. All they do is run away – and hide.
Come on, little quail. All I want to do is be friends. You’re safe with me. After all, you’d just be a mouth full of fluff. Yuck!