A Taste for Quail

We are staying at Keough’s Hot Springs right outside Bishop on our return voyage south to Encinitas, and the Quail population is booming here. The RV is parked up against the granite and sage dappled hillside and it is home to dozens upon dozens of quail. The youngsters are old enough to take short distance flights and because it rained a couple of days ago, their food source is plentiful and they are brave enough to click and chirp their way right below Callie’s lookout window in search of a meal. The parents are a little more apprehensive and trying to round up their brood, but the going is just too good and as youngsters tend to do, they are misbehaving and having nothing to do with the usual rules and regulations. Callie can hardly contain her vision of the taste of quail on her tongue and she is making her own sounds of garbled delights and her tail is thwacking loudly against the window as she watches her next meal disappear under the camper directly below her. Too bad the window screen is preventing her from making her dream become a reality.

4 thoughts on “A Taste for Quail

    • sevenfauesisters July 15, 2018 / 12:33 am

      Quail is not on the menu. You should see how attentive the parents are towards these teardrop size babies. Amazing how fast they can run at such a young age.

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      • curioussteph July 15, 2018 / 12:58 am

        It’s pretty remarkable, isn’t it. And if Callie were to go out, the parents might chase her

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  1. FACE Foundation July 15, 2018 / 8:49 pm

    I love California quail! Was out walking just the other morning and saw a group of them in a park…with their little babies!!

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