There are a lot of quail living on my trails, but I don’t see them all that often.
Most of the time they’re hiding in the bushes.
If I didn’t smell them I wouldn’t even know they were there, except that they give themselves away.
When my person and I come anywhere near where they’re hiding they scurry off.
If they’d stayed where they were we’d never see them, but we usually get a glimpse of them before they’ve hidden themselves in some more bushes.
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But this time of year there are some lonely male quails who hang out in plain sight and make lots of noise so everybody knows they’re there.
This fence is near the beginning of my trails, before the houses end and the wild things begin.
I guess that quail thought it was a good place to look for a girlfriend.
Posing will get you everywhere.
Believe me, I know.
I hope those girls come by and notice soon.
If that guy finds a girlfriend maybe things will quiet down on my trails.
Hey, wait a minute!
That quail decided I was right about my trails being too noisy…
So he moved into the tree in my front yard?
No Mr. Quail, that’s not what I meant.
Does anybody have any earplugs?
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