The quince was beautiful when it was in bloom last summer.

Quentin the quail used to come visit  and hang around under it.

You may remember that he was the last of the many quail that used to live around here until our area got built up and turned into a dog walk for the subdivision about half a mile away. Quail and dogs on the loose just don’t mix, and the quail were the losers.

I last saw Quentin about a year ago, and I’m sure he has gone to quail heaven now.

But I loved having him around for visits now and then while he was still alive.

Q is for Quentin Quail in the quince.