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Quail for eggs — life in a London garden

Quail diary – 108. The End

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The fox struck in the night. Perspex clawed off, pegs chewed up, brand new stiff sliding door shoved open by a muddy nose. Poor Emmet, trapped by the insulation put in to protect her against the cold – how long did it take? She had only just gone outside again yesterday morning after a restive week in the loft, pacing the cat basket while the freezing nights passed over.

There’s no sign of blood. Not even a feather, just a great, triumphant dollop of smelly fox poo by the gaping doorway.

And now I am no longer a keeper of quail. I never thought the adventure would end like this… Sorry Emmet



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  1. Sorry to hear about Emmet. Perhaps a quick end was right for her, rather than sitting glumly alone.

    Hard on you though. *hugs*

  2. Oh poor you. It happens to absolutely all of us and there’s nothing you can do because one can never ever be 100% sure of fox-proofness, only alerted to unfoxproofness after the fact. Your quail were the most cossetted and nurtured poultry of which I have ever heard! I’m sure it was all over before she was even awake. That pile of fox poo is what always gets me though – so smug. Still, it’s cold and the foxes must be hungry so I try not to loathe them. I am not keeping any more poultry now though – there are just too many foxes in my garden day and night. I often wonder what they think when they look in the old coop and find two feisty ferrets waiting for them instead of a free dinner!

    Flora Fauna Dinner

    February 19, 2012 at 7:31 am

  3. Oh. I shall miss them, though not as much as you, obviously.

  4. Really sorry to hear about the demise of your quails. It looks like you have had an incredible adventure with them. I’m just beginning mine and am reading your blog with excitement – what a wonderful writing style you have for a quail diary. I live in New Zealand – so don’t have the fox problem – but we do live in the bush with rats hovering. Today is the first day the quails are out in their new pen. Dogs have been banned from the outside for a day or two – and winter is setting in. Luckily for us – our winters are not as cold as yours. Thank you for such an incredibly interesting diary – I look forward to exploring it more as I begin my adventure.

    Beverly Kaye

    June 9, 2012 at 4:05 am

    • Dear Beverly, Many thanks for your lovely message of sympathy. I really envy you being at the start of the adventure. Quail are wonderful little characters – as you will have gathered when they promptly laid on your bathroom floor. (Bathroom???) I look forward to hearing all your experiences amid the New Zealand landscape and wild life. Rats, huh? Good luck with that. But enjoy the eggs. My mouth is watering as I write. We’re not quite at the end of asparagus season here. The BEST… Yum yum.
      Here, the hutch is still empty, next door’s cats have moved in and the mice have finally moved out. Perhaps next year I’ll try again. The garden isn’t the same without the quail, watching me.

      pottingshedder aka Jay Sivell

      June 11, 2012 at 6:23 am

  5. Oh no! I just discovered your quail blog in a much earlier post near the beginning of your adventure. So sad to hear they are all gone but it looks like they had brilliant lives and were really loved. I hope you try again next year.

    Helen Anna

    July 13, 2012 at 1:10 am

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