Christmas Valley

This is where we are tonight. Don’t know how this place got its name, but we have to find out. Farming country, with kind people and beautiful vistas of sunset and moonrise. We are on a bird migration path; flock after flock of geese were flying overhead right at sunset.
Got a report from grandson, who is looking after our house, of a “man down” - a quail had hid the window. Then a somewhat hilarious exchange between him and John as to how to deal with it.