Science Fiction. Progressive Christianity. And Other Improbable Optimisms.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Covey o' Quail
These guys hang around in our (minimalist, as you can tell) backyard, providing perennial entertainment for cats and humans. When they walk, their topknots bob up and down, making them look like wind-up toys. So cute!
They're called California quail and they're found throughout the West (even here in the British Columbia Okanagan). As winter nears, they tend to gather together in large groups. They have very distinctive sounds and always have a guard quail on duty. Our cat, Betty, loves to watch them.
See whatbird.com http://identify.whatbird.com/obj/90/_/California_Quail.aspx
Former English professor, changing careers to go into social work. SF/fantasy writer. Episcopalian. Licensed lay preacher. Hospital volunteer offering spiritual care in the ER. Spinner, weaver, knitter.
And a few other things, less easily labeled. The title of this blog is a phrase John Clute used to describe the plots of my first two novels. It both amused and annoyed me, and I finally decided to reclaim it as a badge of honor. Would you prefer rickety contrivances of doing bad?
Lovely birds, Susan! Guess it's a good thing you love cats more than dogs, huh? Loved that minimalist yard comment. No grass anywhere?
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They're called California quail and they're found throughout the West (even here in the British Columbia Okanagan). As winter nears, they tend to gather together in large groups. They have very distinctive sounds and always have a guard quail on duty. Our cat, Betty, loves to watch them.
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http://identify.whatbird.com/obj/90/_/California_Quail.aspx