With just one lonely quail left in the cage, I felt guilty. No friends to snuggle with. No friends to PEEP to. No friends to, well, you know... Too ashamed to call my brother and ask for more, I visited craigslist.com and found a lady in Zebulon who had some babies about the same age as Bob the Survivor. Off I go!
I purchased five and saw it as a rescue mission for them. There must have been over a thousand birds roaming the yard...chickens, doves, turkeys, ducks. Just too many to take in. The babies were kept in a small building with the heat on high. Not conducive to good smells! Forget about dodging poop piles!
From their humble beginnings, the babies seem to be doing fine. Bob accepted them into his humble abode. All snuggled and ate and drank and pooped. It should be a couple more weeks before they, well, you know!