Quail diary

Quail for eggs — life in a London garden

Quail diary – 98. Cold comforts

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Quail in winter, London 2010

Quail in winter, London 2010

The quail have a hot water bottle. (“Not mine?” wails Junior Teen. Err, yes. The other one is under a snow drift in Aberdeen.) After weeks fiddling about with empty coke cans and plans for DIY solar hot air convectors found on the internet, snow has stopped all further play at heating the unwired quail house. The quail peer reproachfully out at me from the knee-high haystack that is now their home, snuggled confidingly against the silver foil walls behind the plastic double-glazing. The book says they like 16C. Hmm. Not.

Discouragingly, after all my lagging, the thermometer reveals it is now three degrees colder inside the quail house than out. Shurely shome mishtake? The solar panel is a white blob on the roof. And still they huddle behind the hutch, rather than in it. Quail really, really don’t like a lid.

So back I go across the crunchy grass with another hot water bottle. They’re on three a day. A row of little black eyes blinks happily. I imagine them rolling about on it like a heated waterbed, shrieking and waving their skinny legs about.

Quail hutch in snow

Quail hutch in snow, insulated and double glazed

“You could wrap them individually in baco foil and I’ll find somewhere snug to warm them up…” pipes Chris P Byrd, hopefully. Gerroff my quail. Poor little old toughs, this is probably their last winter. They are two and a half now. On the plus side, the mice have given up and moved out. Too damn cold. Roll on April.

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  1. That’s a good age for ladies, isn’t it? You take such good care of them. Ours seem alright in the shed with a ton of straw but they still refuse to go in any of the little houses or huddle up together.

    Bettina

    November 30, 2010 at 11:40 am

    • Dear Bettina, How nice to hear from you. I love the blog makeover. Note all’s been a bit quiet on your quail front too. How are the chicks? Can you tell the sex yet? Glad to hear David Cameron’s still in the freezer… Go Red Ed.

      pottingshedder

      November 30, 2010 at 2:42 pm

      • I haven’t bothered sexing the chicks – I’ll wait and see who crows in spring! I know at least one is male because he’s a golden with the male markings. I am trying to retire Nick Clegg to a harem in the countryside so I can make way for Ed….

        Bettina

        November 30, 2010 at 5:02 pm


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