Sunday, December 8, 2024

18 quail chicks drinking at a pool

 


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  1. The family, out for a Sunday stroll.

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  2. Sadly, by tomorrow 6 of them will have been eaten. By the end of day 5 we rarely saw more than 2 or 3.

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  3. What variety are these? Here in the east, although not easy to find anymore, we have what are known as Bobwhite Quail. 50 yrs ago it was common to jump a covey of more than 20+. I haven't even heard let alone seen any in years.

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    1. Those are Gambel's Quail. Common to the southwestern deserts.

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    2. Bobwhite call is how me and my brother let each other know where we are or that we are looking for each other in the woods when hunting. If you are in Appalachia and hear it leave. You can always leave but don't go looking for a quail not many left

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  4. Papa standing guard

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  5. Me love sum quail and partridge. Grew up on ruffed and spruce grouse, in my book, a grouse or particularly ones eating tea berries in a spruce grove, nothing finer tasting. Baste one with butter in the oven, bit under 350 deg f, superb taste, fork tender. A true toothsome delicacy on par with a winter, orange meat native brookie. Yes Sir. Moose inner tenderloins, or wild boar tenderloins, pretty close second, but those grouse, big ol spruce grouse, talking living large.

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  6. We’ve lost the population here in the SE also. I did see a wild covey in the woods a year ago I guess. Oh the time spent watching a quality pointer work a covey and even more, the singles after the flush.

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  7. Encountering a flush in chapparal in SoCal was a shock. quite an explosion!

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  8. Know a family raises those bob whites, ate dinner at their house few times, talk about fine food! They hard boil the eggs then put them in their cold smoking house, the wife then makes tiny deviled eggs out of them. Righteous good eats right there.

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  9. They are pretty comical when they do the broken wing trick up in Maine on a logging road.

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