dancing with the quail

The quail are such an interesting birds, the way they scurry on the ground as if they are late for tea, their little cap feather that curl over their heads as if they were in a marching band, the way they gather in groups and chatter and whistle like a roomful of excited women. Even their eggs are interesting, we found this nest, tucked under and overhang and covered with sticks in the wash at the bottom of our property. They remind me of malted milk balls candy that you find in the store at easter time.