These are the quail - in much less cute form then when they arrived. And oh, they just started to have much larger poops than when they were fuzzballs the size of quarters. These dinosaurish egg thieves and I have had two weeks of paradise, now I'll regale some quick stories with alphabetical bullets:
A. There were four quail to start, and then Topher needed rosemary shoestring french fries from Burgerville, so we left the hatchlings in the trunk of the car. They were in a box with holes, what else did they need? So the temperature proved too cold for these babies, and their communal metabolism slowed. Now the farm store lad(y) recommended that we get two dozen, lest some don't make it - and the survivors will form a family (more to come). So I rush home and with mayo fingers hold up the dying hatchlings to their new heat lamp. Well they were all cool except for one that wanted to die and drown herself. I'm detached now, but it was really dramatic at the time, like The Bodyguard (no underlining Google? really?). So we have three quail now, one in the backyard, and a pine-scented garage. They are all indistinguishable from each other, so they went from En Vogue at 4 to Destiny's Child at 3. One is the biggest and strongest - obvs Beyonce, and the other two are those other bags - oh one did that good Nelly song.... whatevs, they don't have an accapella (sp?) Ave Maria track on the best album evs - jus sayin. :::: sidenote :::: I'm only blogging because I'm drinking white wine. Excuses Excuses :::::: BUT, my friend Joe reminded me that they lost a member of En Vouge, so we're back to a less competitive name.
B. I don't know what to do with quails - eat them or have their eggs?! Or how to raise them so much... SEAT OF MY PANTS IT IS!!
C. The other night I let Beyonce out to dance on the countertop with us and play balloon volleyball if she didn't have to work in the morning, but she FLEW AWAY FROM ME!! And went under the couch. BUT! when she was pulled away from her sisters, she went from cheerily chirping to an alarm call, and ceased to do it once returned. Supposedly that's how they find each other in the wild - so I'm proud of their innate awareness. I got her back to her gal pals, and all was well.
D. They're too big for their berry pint houses now -- being a parent is hard.
E. The runt rabbit is in heaven now - unrelated - but in theme with letter D.
F. The grade I get for this first post. See you soon chuckleheads.
