My name is Quentin, I’m a quail,
As harmless as can be,
I come for breakfast without fail,
Those seeds are all for me.
I call, “Toh-BACK-oh,” but don’t smoke,
To bring my friends to me,
And when there’s danger, run for broke,
My call of, “CHIP!” means, “Flee!”

May 6, 2025 at 12:12 am
That’s a cute poem and picture up of Quentin Quail. I love seeing them about although right now we have a very lonely one calling for company every morning under our open bedroom window. Toh-BACK-oh for sure!
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May 6, 2025 at 6:58 am
So that’s where Quentin went. (We haven’t seen him for a year now. I think he’s gone to quail heaven.)
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May 6, 2025 at 10:45 am
Aww, that’s the way of it, unfortunately.
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May 6, 2025 at 5:46 am
In other words, don’t quail before a threat — run!
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May 6, 2025 at 6:57 am
Haha. Good one, Linda.
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May 6, 2025 at 7:05 am
I think I remember Quentin from an earlier post. I’m always happy for updates on the critters you write about
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May 6, 2025 at 7:29 am
Kudos for Quentin and silly verse. 😊
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May 6, 2025 at 7:44 am
Sweet poem, Anneli! I’ve yet to see a quail.
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May 6, 2025 at 7:17 pm
Oh, Belinda, you must go to visit some place that has quail. They are such fun characters to watch.
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May 7, 2025 at 1:39 pm
There are some in Southwest Ontario. Sounds like a road trip 😊
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May 7, 2025 at 3:12 pm
They are so likable. I would compare them to chickadees in character – friendly to people at a safe distance, and having real personalities.
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May 6, 2025 at 9:27 am
Cute! I like Quentin the Quail. A fellow who knows what’s what in his world.
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May 6, 2025 at 7:16 pm
Yes, he was worldly in his own way.
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May 6, 2025 at 10:16 am
This is charming and clever—Quentin the quail is both playful and poetic! Loved the creative use of bird calls and the gentle humor throughout.
A delightful little rhyme with personality to spare!
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May 6, 2025 at 7:16 pm
Thank you for your kind comment, Diya.
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May 6, 2025 at 11:25 am
Sweetness!
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May 6, 2025 at 7:15 pm
He was a friendly little guy, but lonely. I think he’s gone now.
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May 6, 2025 at 12:28 pm
Looks friendly.
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May 6, 2025 at 7:14 pm
He really was.
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May 6, 2025 at 1:57 pm
Wonderful! ❤
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May 7, 2025 at 12:57 am
I remember poor little Quentin very well. He was so lonely
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May 7, 2025 at 8:47 am
Yes, he was such a little sweetheart, visiting almost every day.
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May 8, 2025 at 7:41 am
Quentin is a rather dapper looking Quail! A lovely poem fitting of such a lovely specimen. I have to laugh, thanks trying to take a picture of one of his “friends” sprinting by me in Vegas I ended up falling off a high sidewalk and doing a ballet of trying g to gracefully fall while catching my camera before it hit the ground. Failed at both and I remember looking g back and seeing that Quail staring back at me assuredly laughing.
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May 8, 2025 at 8:01 am
The things we do to get the shot! Funny story.
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May 11, 2025 at 1:53 pm
Quentin, you are delightful!
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May 11, 2025 at 3:06 pm
Oh, he really was.
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May 11, 2025 at 6:21 pm
😍
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