Quail hang around here all year, but in the winter we don’t see them much. They hang out in the bushes until I get near – then they make some little gobbly noises and run off.
Silly quail. If they’d stay put and quiet I’d only know they were near because of their smell – and my person wouldn’t know they were there at all.
But now that the weather has gotten warmer those quail are everywhere.
I go out in my backyard…
and find them on the fence.
I go in the front yard…
and they’re in my driveway.
I head to my trails…
and they’re on the trail neighbor’s fence.
Or they’re up in a tree…
calling out for a mate.
And those mate callers don’t have a little gobbly kind of call. They’re loud and it sounds more like a cawing kind of call. I guess they’re really desperate for a girlfriend.
But sometimes those quail are tricky. Sometimes they make a different kind of sound. It sounds almost like a kitten in the bushes.
Maybe I should take Scratchy out on the trails with me.
He’d find that kitten quail for sure.