Something tells me it’s girlfriend looking season.
I haven’t seen any of my girlfriends in a long time.
I wonder if any of them are out here.
But I’m not the only one looking for a girlfriend.
At least we won’t be competing with each other.
I don’t think my kind of girls will care about that guy – and vice versa.
Normally the quail around here hang out on the ground hiding under the bushes.
But this time of year some of the male quails (did I just make a rhyme?) hang out in trees and make a loud calling sound.
I guess they think they’ll attract the girls that way.
I’m not sure what a girl would see in that, but to each her own.
Maybe they don’t get any girls because sometimes they’re hanging out in trees like this way into the summer.
But this one might be a little smarter than most.
He’s staying closer to the ground – unlike some who get in the top of a tall tree.
And now I know he’s figured it out.
He’s finally looking down at where the girls are hanging out.
Maybe I could learn something from him.
I’ve got to go figure out where my girlfriends have gone.