The other day I finally got around to cleaning some of the windows. I wondered if Quentin would be at the front door even more enthusiastically than before, talking to his reflection, hoping this “friend” would come out to play.
Sure enough, he appeared in a short time and had a conversation with himself at the window next to the front door.
Then he hopped onto the railing and sunned himself. (By the way, he does have two legs. Maybe he’s just warming one leg in his feathers.)
I told him he’s making a mess of the railing. What if someone wanted to hold onto it to steady themselves as they walked down the steps? But he just looked at me incredulously and said, “Well, I have to go somewhere!”
Just look at his beautifully designed head. So many different feather sizes, shapes, and colours, all in perfectly arranged sets of patterns.
Quentin Quail is beautiful,
Still his search is dutiful,
Hunting for his long lost mate,
Lonely living is his fate.
Yet he visits at the door,
His reflection to adore,
Thinking this is Queenie Quail,
Though he once again will fail.
April 6, 2022 at 7:42 am
he looks so smart with that feather dangling over his eyes!
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April 6, 2022 at 8:51 am
Pretty fancy hat, I think!
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April 6, 2022 at 7:44 am
Great photos of this cutie, Anneli! I like your poem too. ☺️
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April 6, 2022 at 8:50 am
Thanks a lot, John.
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April 6, 2022 at 7:50 am
Aw…he’s so sweet. Love your poem, Anneli!
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April 6, 2022 at 8:50 am
Thanks, Jill. He will be stuck with only the “picture” of his love, I’m afraid. No other real ones left around here.
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April 6, 2022 at 8:02 am
He does have a point, Anneli, about needing a place to rest. Lovely poem in his honor!
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April 6, 2022 at 8:49 am
Thanks. He looked so spiffy in the sunshine.
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April 6, 2022 at 8:55 am
Quentin is such a beautiful bird. I wish that one day he will get a partner. I love your little poem as much as the pictures.
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April 6, 2022 at 8:56 am
Thank you, Ursula. I feel so sorry for him being alone. He must be very smart to have survived several winters now, with the harsh weather and all the owls and eagles and raccoons around.
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April 6, 2022 at 11:25 am
He is such a little cutie and your photos and poem are beautiful. Poor little lonely guy.
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April 6, 2022 at 11:30 am
Thank you, Lynette. Today I went outside to spread some bark mulch around and nearby, I heard Quentin “clucking” – his “I’m a little bit worried” sound – and then he flew off to the neighbours’ over the hedge.
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April 6, 2022 at 1:41 pm
He is a handsome one. Nice close up!
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April 6, 2022 at 6:39 pm
What a shape – really nice!
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April 6, 2022 at 10:10 pm
Thank you. I think he looks good too.
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April 7, 2022 at 6:40 am
Fantastic photo essay and poem in admiration for the lonely quail searching for his mate, Anneli!
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April 7, 2022 at 7:48 am
Thank you, Peter. He was in the shrubbery this morning as I refilled the birdfeeders. I could hear him “clucking” the way quails do.
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April 7, 2022 at 10:26 am
A beautiful picture
I just followed your blog and look forward to reading more
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April 7, 2022 at 10:56 am
Thank you. I hope you enjoy your visits to my blog.
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April 8, 2022 at 9:49 am
Amazing how you get these shots. Your awareness is magnificent!
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April 8, 2022 at 10:28 am
Thank you, DK. We have a lot of birds and little animals hanging around here. I think it’s for a couple of reasons. I put out bird and squirrel food. We live on a point of land that sticks out into the Strait of Georgia and it’s a place where a lot of birds stop to rest on their way up the coast. We have a lot of tall fir trees and maples around the property, and have planted a lot of shrubs and hedges for places where birds can find shelter. As for the awareness, I don’t use earbuds. (Couldn’t resist that dig. Sorry. But I’m smiling as I say that.) I appreciate your visits and comments.😊
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April 8, 2022 at 11:24 am
Smiling…. dig appreciated and noted!
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April 8, 2022 at 11:33 am
😁
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April 8, 2022 at 10:09 pm
Quentin is well named. It suits him!
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April 9, 2022 at 8:37 am
Thanks, Diane. Nice to see you here.
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April 10, 2022 at 12:50 pm
He is handsome. Would be nice to draw in pastel I think.
I hope he does find a mate but it doesn’t sound very likely 😦
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April 10, 2022 at 3:43 pm
Not likely here. There are a few quail several miles away, but Quentin has been alone … I think for three or four years now. And yesterday I discovered that there is a hawk hanging around the feeders (so I’ve stopped the feeding for a few days). There is enough food around and it isn’t as bitter cold as it was in the winter so I think they’ll be okay for food.
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April 11, 2022 at 5:36 am
Awww… what a handsome guy!
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April 11, 2022 at 9:20 am
Thanks, Jennie. He feels like he owns the place.
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April 12, 2022 at 3:36 am
🙂
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