Loki the quail is being a bad boy. Or a good one, depending on whether you are the female he loves…or the female he hates and was chasing all over the pen, causing her fly into walls out of sheer panic.
I’m starting to think coturnix quail are monogamists. They’re fine kept in a group of a male and several females in the fall/winter, but once those spring hormones kick in…oh boy. So right now I’ve got Peabody and wife together, and Loki and wife together. I’ve had to put the other Italian girl in her own little wired off area, because she was going to hurt herself, trying to escape. Cinna is still with two girls, but even he clearly has a girl he’s bonded with, and one he ignores. I think once I either give away one of the pairs (or a male dies) I’m going to keep two breeding pairs, and one cage of only females for egg production. They are definitely teaching me what they like, these quails!
And in spite of the fact that we are counting down to April 17th, and the arrival of three little ducklings, we haven’t started building their coop. Instead, we are remodeling the back yard. I’m of the persuasion that more than a small patch of lawn is a waste of space. Mom is very attached to her lawn…or was. I don’t know what I said, but suddenly she came around to my way of thinking, and we are getting out of the backyard lawn business. Except for a few small areas.
We are also putting a paverstone path instead of the grassy area that always gets the most foot traffic. In the winter, this area turns to mud, and I once used it accidentally as a very effective slip n’ slide.
Also, thanks to the influence/encouragement of Grow a Little Fruit Tree, I have planted two peach trees. One Indian Free, the other Charlotte.
The boards are there because Dexter has discovered the joys of digging disturbed dirt. Joy is a muddy, filthy corgi!
I also planted two cherries: Black Tartarian and Royal Ann, and have two plums on order: Coe’s Golden Drop and Mirabelle. I’m especially excited about the Mirabelle, because there used to be house nearby with a plum tree producing mini yellow plums. They were so good, but neither the owner nor I had any idea what they were. Finally, though, I’m sure I figured the mystery out. Since the house near me was sold and the tree removed, I’ll be so happy to have one of my own.
Also, I was in the local paper Sunday. After being interviewed on keeping backyard chickens, a photographer came and took some pictures of my setup. It’s too bad everything is in winter ugly mode right now, but the article did come out well. I did not say I used ‘fine sawdust’ as bedding in my coop, however. That would be a recipe for disaster! Large flake shavings, that’s the ticket!
It was a surprise to find I’d actually made the front cover…sharing space with the human trafficers, no less!