August 30, 2011When we got home today, Pearl shrieked, "Mom! There's a quail in the garage!" At first I didn't believe her. Well, I really couldn't hear her or understand what she was saying. Then I looked up and spied a little feathered friend, frightened and perched high up in the garage. He looked petrified so I figured I had enough time to grab the camera and take his picture. One snap of the flash and an open garage door, and he was gone. And if you have quail in your yard, you'll know they don't fly very well... they're much better at running. They sort of flap in this panicked, loud, zig-zaggy way. Needless to say Pearl and I both ducked and screamed. Hopefully this little guy won't be tempted to venture into our garage anytime soon again.
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