Central California morning back in June.
What is this in the garden, blending in with the wood chips?
A family of quail, looking for breakfast.
Although I tried to keep my distance and utilize the zoom, they did flee when they saw me. And when the male popped on to the roof of the garage, I was reminded that, despite their proclivity for ground travel, quail can fly.
The female and the chicks scurried under shrubbery, but eventually she emerged to scout an escape.
Slowly they made their way out, pausing just before disappearing down the hill.
What is this in the garden, blending in with the wood chips?
A family of quail, looking for breakfast.
Although I tried to keep my distance and utilize the zoom, they did flee when they saw me. And when the male popped on to the roof of the garage, I was reminded that, despite their proclivity for ground travel, quail can fly.
The female and the chicks scurried under shrubbery, but eventually she emerged to scout an escape.
Slowly they made their way out, pausing just before disappearing down the hill.
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