Took this shot of quail chicks, probably three weeks old, through a window looking out on a patio. Dogs in house. In the beginning there might be a dozen chicks, but the numbers are reduced quickly by predators (hawks, cats, etc.). Both parents, out of camera shot, are watching their young negotiate life.
After watching a few minutes of news yesterday on the pandemic, I slumped back down in a chair, only to catch a glimpse of quail chicks zig-zagging by. Smiled instinctively. These newborns were drunk with life, the excitement of being somewhere, anywhere, for the first time under, of course, the watchful eye of their dad.Continue reading “Chicks on the Run”
For the second consecutive day the quail family returned to our backyard for “honey bee” water. This time was clearly a “you’re on your own exercise.” The mom stood off to the side, about five feet away while four chicks lapped up water–the dad was ten feet away. Note, the four chicks lowered theirContinue reading “It’s Now Routine”
The six chicks are almost on their own. I had posted a few days ago that I spotted mom and dad, but none of their brood. Well, the chicks crossed the street early yesterday morning as shown. They live for another day. The adult male was way off to the side, providing guidance, I assume,Continue reading “Quail Update…”
I went to check bee activity in our front yard yesterday when I spotted five quail chicks in an eating frenzy in and around the nasturtiums. Two weeks ago there were 13 chicks, so small you could hold three in the palm of your hand. But now the five chicks remaining can fly short distancesContinue reading “Survival…”