We have 3 of these quail, modest, sensitive little things that they are. We don't know how long they will last in the wilds of my garden, but they've got the opportunity to prove themselves more resilient than they seem. They remind me of kakapo.
Sunday, June 26, 2016
Our quail
We have 3 of these quail, modest, sensitive little things that they are. We don't know how long they will last in the wilds of my garden, but they've got the opportunity to prove themselves more resilient than they seem. They remind me of kakapo.
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This is a deeply concerning post.
Only two posts below you endorse the idea of eating from your garden, and shortly afterwards this post, in which you express fears for the long term survival of the quail.
Putting two and two together....will you be publishing the recipe by which they were cooked, shortly?
Truth to tell, the birds were given to me as a foodstuff but my kind heart lead me to free them and give them the opportunity to try to foot it with the other animals of the forest. If I had chosen to eat the wee beasties, they'd have presented no problem in the hunt, most likely climbing into the palm of my hand when given the chance. They are curiously unflappable birds and have no sense of self-preservation, it seems; the Quakers of the bird world, perhaps (not "quackers - that's ducks, of which there are three that flap in from my neighbours place every morning; white Pekins, for which there are many recipes).
They are very endearing. I have a low tolerance for introduced species, generally, but a soft spot for quail. Ducks, not so much.
Ducks kak a lot, and quack (a lot!)
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