The quail call started at sunrise right outside our bedroom window. It’s a panic-like yell intended to warn the brood that trouble may be near, so listen to dad. The call continued throughout the day, reaching crescendos when I quickly cut some wood with a power saw in the late morning. This protective male is perched on our fence overlooking a portion of our front yard where we suspect mom will be giving birth soon. Or, maybe she already has given that we spotted 13 chicks hopping madly around the bushes across the street. For now, we have surrendered the yard to the family.