Just want to share my new experience of living with quails - -- aaahh ! ! !
They stalked into my life
One stealthy day.
Two little quails.
Pet-owner needed to give them away.
Me on Sabbatical.
What could I say ?
Could I oblige ?
Quails, undisputably pay their way.
So Momma and Poppa
Arrived to stay.
One tiny egg
Produced, in silence, hidden in hay.
Attractive in pairs, quails
Keep well at bay
More of their kind.
Tho with their offspring they are O.K.
So why not try for chicks ?
Turning on trays
Several eggs
Thrice daily which hatch under light rays.
Reads easy in quail books.
But what they fail
In relaying
Is the quail-talk entailed throughout May.
But real chirpy quail-babes
Are treats for Fay.
Might mean sequels
Will follow, like, - -" Tiny Quails at Play" ?
beautiful poem lady Fay... once an angel did the same a you.