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drama ensued. First, the planter is quite tall with a high lip. Neighbors Jim and Kelly were concerned the chicks would not get out alive. After researching quail rescues, Kelly donned gloves to pick them up in order to aid their evacuation. The chicks are little, fast, and not real smart. They stumble onto their backs, with legs kicking in the air. Father takes a high vantage point to act as a sentry. One baby was eaten by a vicious grackle. Three tumbled into a deep RV pit, needing rescue from the black widows and scorpions that like the cool, dark quarters. (Poor Kelly.) However, seven or eight of the ten chicks have made it through week one. Mother Nature knows that ten to fourteen eggs are necessary for survival of this species.
Our yard is unindated with baby quail also. Dobby rushed outside and began to chase them, and before I could take action the mommy and daddy quail began dive bombing the dogs. Scared Lucy to death. Such parenting valor on the part of that mother and father quail. I quickly called the dogs inside and all ended peacefully!
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