It is said to see the birds you must become part of the silence. If that is so then it is especially interesting that it was Brendan who found the little quail (yes? I am pretty sure but could be wrong) all puffed up in the cool evening air. This boy is a ball of energy much of the time but, then again, nothing gets past him. He knows I have tried for a year now to get a good image of my favorite little birds here. Occasionally they make there way up here, but the largest flock of them live one street down. If we are on the road early enough we see them scurry as fast as their little legs can carry them. Once the babies are big enough they follow behind in a line and without fail I break out into C'mon Get Happy. (version with happy little animated partridges and the bumper sticker I should own here)
Too much totally irrelevant sharing? Sorry.
Anyway, he was out after dinner the other night and caught a glimpse of this beauty. He carefully tiptoed back inside to tell me to get my camera then led me quietly back where he found it. It really made my evening.
I have happy childhood memories of quail. But I never knew they were called "quail" until I was a grown up. :) We called them "Bobwhites." We'd sit on my grandparents screened in porch and hear one call it's name, "bobwhite!" And then what my grandmother called a 'potential girlfriend' would answer back, "Bob, Bob White!" Sometimes we'd try to do the answer back and try to fool the boy bird and get a"conversation " going. :)
Awesome shot. Glad you "caught" him! It's wonderful living in "wild" neighborhoods, isn't it?
Posted by: Lisa | June 07, 2016 at 05:19 PM