Quail diary

Boss quail Harass and Oeuf, keeping an eye on geeks bearing gifts

The quail have laid. Yippeee! Two eggs yesterday, two today. Randomly in the straw. Almost certainly the work of Oeuf and either Tom or Emmet, as they’re the ones sitting around looking surprised. (Well, wouldn’t you?) Harass has resumed her lookout on the breeze block, magnificently ignoring the frantic cats, and keeping a weather eye out for geeks bearing gifts – dandelions and mealie worms preferred. She comes tearing over when I step into the run, staring pointedly at my hands, and pecking at the boots if I don’t oblige fast enough. Mugged, by a quail.

Let the lunching commence. Spring has sprung.