Quail

Blip pretty much unrelated to the day, which I spent by the coast with my brother for his birthday. I tried to find poems about quail, but because the birds are small and vulnerable, and best known for being hunted, the poems were none too happy.

I used to keep quail myself, and enjoyed many a tiny fried egg. Their habit of sproinging away from danger is quite unhelpful when you're trying to spend quality time with them though.