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Quail Fairy Eggs!

Sometimes chickens lay what’s called a “fairy egg”…a teeny tiny little egg.  A few days ago, I discovered that quail lay fairy eggs too.

One the right, is a normal sized egg.  On the left, is a fairy egg.  It’s less than half the regular size!  I found three of them in one of my pens, and since it’s normally just a small hiccup with the egg laying process, I’m not concerned yet.

When you crack these fairy eggs open, there is no yolk, only white.

The quail are still laying up a storm, but several of the chickens are now molting, and thus not laying.  My favorite girl, Ellie, is at the really cute stage of her molt: The Fluffy Butt.

She hates it when I photograph her during her molt.  Shhhh….don’t tell her I put her fluffy butt photo on the internet!  She would be so mortified!

In the garden, the Blacktail Mountain watermelons are doing really great.  I might actually get three this year.  This is the biggest, and I think it’s getting close to full size.

The millet is doing SO well.  I continue to be deeply impressed.

I’ve started harvesting a few of my dry beans.  These red ones are so pretty, and I can’t remember what they are.  I’ll have to check the tags, once the bean forest dies down a bit.

I’m getting a ton of ground cherries as well.  I was hoping I’d like them for fresh eating, but although they are sweet enough, it just isn’t a flavor that I’d care to eat fresh by the bowl.  So I’m collecting them, and I think I’ll try a batch of jam later this week.

They are pretty cool looking in their husks.

And when you peel back the husks?  A pretty yellow!

I still LOVE making jam.  My favorite so far is Stonefruit jam (peaches, apricots, and black plums) with vanilla.  I made a few test jars awhile ago, and last weekend, I made a bunch more.

The pantry is starting to get stocked up!

The pollinators are enjoying my sunflowers.

And Dandelion and Daisy are prepping for Easter.  They found this basket on their own, and it’s become one of their favorite places to sit.

Mom uncovered a nest of baby rats in the far garden.  They were so young their eyes weren’t open yet.

Let me tell you…I was tempted to save their lives by adopting them.  They were just so cute.  Too bad the last thing we need is more rats in the area.  We don’t even put food out for the birds anymore, and are super careful to keep our animals’ feed where the rats can’t get into it.  It seems to be an ongoing problem for the whole city though – even the public library I work for has had an issue with rats invading.  At least it’s gotten much better since the city finally tore down the abandoned house that was Rat Central.

This week, I worked on cleaning out some of the vegetables that were going to seed (saving a few to collect next year’s seeds from) and planting some more kale, lettuce, cauliflower, and beets for a late fall/early winter crop.  I still have some planting to do, but everything is mostly in.  This weekend, I’m planning on building some raised beds, including the raised beds that will become the rotating vegetable and quail system.  Also, I am taking the strawberries off the big quail coop roof.  It’s turning out to not a good place for them.  I might put cantaloupe up there next year.

Processing Quail, Plus Bee and Garden Update

A few weeks ago, I processed the four extra male quail.  While I had previously helped clean (and then ate) two of my quail from a previous hatch, this was the first time I had done the entire process all by myself…including the kill.

It was a weird thing.  I’ve spent about 40 years raising animals, and nursing them back to health when injured.  I did kill a wild mouse once that was caught in a trap, but that was only time I’ve ever deliberately killed an animal.  The hardest part of the whole process was simply the before: picking the quail up, soothing it so it wouldn’t struggle at the wrong time, then deliberately thinking: Yes.  I’m doing this.  It just went so counter to all my instincts.

The actual physical moment of doing was shockingly easy and simple.  (I used the scissors method, because I felt it seemed the quickest and the most humane.)  Afterward, holding the lifeless body as it convulsed and bled out was not fun, but not nearly so traumatic as I thought.  I knew it was dead, so  it wasn’t like holding a ‘dying animal’.  I don’t think I could ever use the throat slitting method on a critter – I couldn’t stand the long several minutes waiting for it to die.

Afterward, I did feel bad, but not to the extent that I wouldn’t process more animals.  If I’m going to eat meat (and I am), it feels so much better to have control over how the animals lives, and how it dies.  It makes me sick to read and see how the animals in factories are raised and killed.  I don’t want to support that industry, that sort of torture and inhumanity.  I also don’t want to eat that sort of polluted food.  I don’t agree with or support PETA as an organization, but this video does a good job of showing what goes on in those factories.

Quail, however, are not going to be a meat animal for me – unless I have a few extra males that I have to dispose of in the future.  Four adult quail made enough meat for one meal.  I don’t like that ratio of death.  With a standard sized chicken or duck, I can get up  to four meals from one death.  Maybe more with a rabbit.

The other thing I don’t like with quail is how many tiny little bones they have.  They are seriously like fish bones!  I tried to be super careful with my de-boning, and I still missed a few.  And the taste of the meat is not my favorite, either.  I wouldn’t call the flavor ‘gamey’ precisely, but it’s quite different from chicken, and nowhere near as fantastic as duck.  Quail just aren’t worth it, as meat animals, in my opinion.

However, I do adore them as garden companion animals – and they will be even more helpful once I get the rotating garden bed/quail cage set up and operational.  And I like the eggs; I’m getting into the habit of throwing a few quail eggs into whatever dish I am making.  I can’t ever see myself not wanting quail as part of my little homestead.

And now on to happier things.  Here are some photos from last week in the garden.

The foxglove and roses are in full swing.

The two tomatoes in the grow bags seem to be winning the contest, as far as growth and health are concerned.  That could also be because they were the last I put out, when the weather had finally turned to a proper Spring.  In front there is a Black Japanese Trifele tomato.  This is my first time growing it, and so far, it’s brilliant.

Look at the flowers!  They are HUGE.

Below is a shot of one of the straw bales.  I poked several squash seeds down into them a few weeks back, and now they are coming up nicely!

Below is one of my potato patches.  Potatoes are in the innermost square, and beets are around the outside.  I keep piling on more straw as the potatoes grow.  Adding more is on my list of things to do this weekend….

Because I’m not using the cold frames for anything, I decided to try growing summer squash in them…with the lids left raised, so the vines can tumble out.  So far they appear to like it.  This morning, they were already a good four times larger than this.

When I was inspecting the front yard garden this afternoon, I surprised a wee wild bunny doing an inspection of her own.  I didn’t see that she’d damaged anything – other than trampling down one sunflower and snapping its stem. That was hardly her fault, though – it happened when I surprised her and she was frantically trying to get away from me.  I may have to put some bunny-proofing out there if she becomes a regular visitor, though!

And the bees…sadly the bees are going to be a failed experiment this year.  I think too many bad things happened to them (difficult long trip through the mail, dead queen, wet weather) and their numbers are dwindling rapidly.  Bees only live for a few weeks, so when starting a new hive, they really need to get off to a fast start – they need that next generation or the colony will die of old age.  Right now we’re down to fewer than 100 workers bees.  I suspect as well that something is up with the new queen.  Either she was not accepted, or she died, or something.  The brood that has been laid seems to be all drones (males).  This can happen if a hive goes too long without a queen.  One of the worker bees decides to become a queen, but unlike a true queen, a worker is only capable of laying drone eggs.

We’ll start over again next Spring.  I found a guy who naturally raises bees (no chemicals or pesticides used in his hives).  His bees come from Oregon (so they will be used to my climate) and he delivers to my area.  Unlike the bees I ordered this year, his bees will arrive within one day.  I wish I could have gotten them from him this year, but we started so late that he was sold out.

Well.  At least we know we love having a hive, and really enjoy the bees!


Quail and Bee Update

The replacement queen bee came today, and hurray!  She and her attendants were very much alive.

She has to have a few worker bees with her all the time, because she literally would starve to death without someone to feed her.  Even if the food were right beside her, she wouldn’t eat on her own.

Here’s another shot.  It’s hard to see her with all those workers getting in the way, but she’s the big bee on the left.

One the right side of the queen cage, there is a big plug of candy.  That is what keeps the queen from escaping the cage too early.  The worker bees in my hive don’t know her yet, and they might kill her, if I just dumped her into the hive.  But by the time they manage to eat through the candy, her pheromones will have spread through the hive, and she’ll be the undisputed queen of all.

Here’s a video I took of the install:

And a short follow-up:

The bees were very eager to get to her.  They were even crowding into the back side of the hive, where the rear of the queen cage was visible.  They couldn’t see her from that side, but they were trying to chew through the wood to release her!  I could actually hear them chewing!

I’m not sure how long it will take before she’s free, but I would guess not more than a day or so.  I’ll be checking on their progress tomorrow.

I tried to get a shot of the new comb they have made inside the hive, but it’s super hard with all the reflections off the glass.

This one was the best of the lot.  If you look right at the bottom of the swarm of bees, you can just see something white sticking out.  That’s the bottom bit of the comb!  I wish you could see it better – it’s so pretty.  Bees are true artists.

The “baby” quail are now fully adult, being a few days over six weeks.  Loki is free in the coop with them, and they are all getting along splendidly – even with six males.  The young boys (all FIVE of them) are too young to be worrying themselves over females just yet.  They just want to run and jump and roll in the dirt.  I’ll let them all hang out until I see signs of trouble brewing, and then it’ll be time for quail dinner.

I did end up with three girls, and actually, I like their coloring better than the boys, so that’s nice.  Let me show you.

Here’s a boy:

Notice the almost entire lack of spots.  This one actually has a few more spots than some; a few are almost entirely cream and gold.  Also notice how dark and thick the brown is around the back of the neck.  I can sex them just by their heads, with this variety.

Another shot, showing the chest:

Here’s a girl:

Notice how many more spots she has.  And this one is my “light female” – one of the others is much darker.  She almost looks like a leopard.  I don’t have any pictures of her, because she persisted in hiding in the nest box.   See her head;  she has very pretty and distinctive markings around her cheek.

Quail are funny creatures.  When they are little babies, they are super sweet and tame, then when they grow up, they suddenly become very wild.  They don’t want anything to do with me, and run from me like they never saw a human before!  Then, they become tame again, as they realize I’m the one who brings them treats.  Two of the little girls have figured this out.  They come right up to me, stretch themselves up as high as they can, and stare me down until I offer them millet in my hand.  Today, one of the girls actually climbed right up into my hand to eat!  It’s a good thing I get to keep the girls; it would be hard to process and eat such trusting little sweeties!

Lotta Things Going On

Quail update:

The babies are now just shy of five weeks.  When they were four weeks, I finally took them out of the inside brooder and put them outside in the big coop.  They still have their Brinsea EcoBrooder out there for warmth, but although I see them occasionally underneath it, I don’t really think they need the warmth.  But just in case…

Here’s one of them at four weeks:

The first thing they all began to do was take dust baths.  It was pretty stinking cute!

And here’s a video I took of them shortly after they went outside:

As of today, they are just shy of five weeks.  I know that I have at least five boys, because they have developed the golden chest without speckles.  Of the other three, I’m positive one is a girl, but I’m unsure of the others.  They still have speckles, and I think they are acting more like girls, but I’ve been fooled before by a male who kept his juvenile speckles longer than his siblings.  I really, really HOPE I have three girls!  Fingers crossed!

The boys also have more vibrant coloring on their heads.  Some are brown, like this one; others have nearly all dark brown/black.  They are really pretty.  I wish I had room to keep one of the boys!

They are a lazy lot.

The one on the far right is one of the Maybe Girls.  Notice the light speckling on the chest, and the lighter head.

Here’s the five week old babies running around.

Cinna’s girls have developed a taste for worms.  They go crazy when I bring them a few, and lately whenever they see me they hang out at the wire front, begging.  If I open the top of the pen, they will actually jump up in anticipation.  One grabbed a piece of my hair once!  They have become completely fearless.

In the garden, Spring is definitely here.  Everything has suddenly become so green!

Some of the clematis are blooming:

The new fig is leafing out (and still has a few figs from last year.  Will they ripen this year? No idea.)

There are also a few aliens emerging from their winter hibernation (or perhaps they are baby kraken?)

The tomatoes have graduated to the cold frames, and it will only be a short time before they will be too tall to fit.

My kitchen window is now full of baby Ground Cherries, instead.  The straw bales have gone through the conditioning process, and it is now time to plant.  This a straw bale I bought at the same time, and which has been sitting outside in the weather:

This is the top of one of the conditioned straw bales:

Look how the color has changed!  You can see that something is happening.  Plus, it’s sprouting a few stray oats (or wheat, or whatever straw is made from) from the bale.  Clearly my bales were not weed-free.  Oh well.  At least I know the bale is ready to go!

Because I have extra tomatoes, I tested putting a couple of those out in the straw bales – with the added protection of a frost cloth.  If these two do well, I’ll be moving the rest into the bales very soon.

One big thing we did was have a few big weeds removed from the front yard.

Big weeds.  Really big.  Do you see the first weed?

No?  What about now, after it’s been taken out?

I have planted a quince in the place where the fir tree used to be.  The tree was leaning badly toward the street, and we were afraid its roots might be plotting terrible vengeance against our water pipes.  So, out it went!

And we also had the Eager Beavers take out a couple of ugly trees against our house.  I highly recommend this company for tree removal.  They are super fast, efficient, and fun to watch.



This summer we’re repainting the house and fixing up the plantings in front.

And for no reason at all, here’s a couple videos of my hen, Ellie.

All the girls know their names, and will come when called, but Ellie comes at top speed.  She’s my special love.

And I’ll close with a picture of Daisy.


Quail Chicks Update

Everyone is still alive and thriving.

Their favorite time of day is when I clean out the brooder box.  With all the food, water, and heating out of the way, it’s time to run and jump and play!

Their wings are almost entirely feathered out, and they can fly/jump startlingly high.  Give them another couple of days, and they’ll be helicoptering out of the brooder box whenever I open it.

I gave the adult quail some wheat fodder that had been growing for about four days.  They LOVED it.  I wasn’t sure whether wheat grains would be too large for them, but they had no trouble eating it at all.

Out in the garden, the beet seeds I planted are coming up, and so are the peas I thought had drowned.  I had started more in pots, and I put those out yesterday, so altogether, I’m going to have a ton of peas this year, I think.

The asparagus I planted last year are finally coming up!  I’m so happy about that.  Little Blue (one of our hens) got into the patch yesterday and tried to dig them all up, but fortunately she only managed to damage two spears before Mom realized where she was.   She’s a sweetie, though, and is one of the hens that wants to sit on my lap and be cuddled more than anything else in the world. She one eye on me while I’m working, and the moment I sit down, she comes running.  If she doesn’t come running, I know I need to go look for her, because she’ll have gotten someplace where she shouldn’t be!   She’s the opposite of an escape artist…instead of escaping out of pens, she always escapes in.  I’ve tried keeping her wings clipped, but she’s just too determined.  I’m going to have to put a much higher fence around the vegetable patch.

She can also recognize her own eggs.  Today when I gathered eggs from the nest boxes, she came over, and picked her own egg out of the five I was holding, and began “arranging” it in my hand, clucking at it and turning it over with her beak.

EDIT:  So, after I posted this, I went out to shut the Girls in their coop for the night.  Guess who was missing?

New Quail Hatched!

The new Brinsea Mini Advance incubator performed perfectly. It is a marvel.  The hatch was still immensely stressful though!  Eight of the twelve eggs pipped on Sunday afternoon.  The last batch of quail I hatched were zipping within a few hours…not these little guys.

Nooooo….these little guys decided to completely freak me out by pipping and then not doing anything else for nearly 36 hours!  Luckily one of them kept poking at the pipped edge of the shell to let me know at least one was still alive, but I was having serious worries about whether or not I should attempt to help it hatch.  Most internet sources said they should be zipping within 10 hours, and if they didn’t, the humidity had likely gotten too low, and the chicks were “shrink-wrapped” inside their shells, unable to move enough to get out.

Luckily, I found one person who said it was normal for them to take this long (sometimes) and I should just sit it out.  So I did, but Monday night I didn’t sleep very well, thinking they might all be dead in the shell by morning.  I finally got up around 2:30am to check on them – and yay miracle! – two of the little lazy buggers had hatched.  No sign of any difficulty whatsoever.  I went back to bed feeling MUCH better, and by morning, six were hatched, and two more were on the way.

The very last egg that hatched was the plain white one.  I put a little spot of paint on that chick’s back; if she’s a female, I want to keep her in the hopes she will lay white eggs like her mother.  Since the girls from this hatch will become Loki’s wives, I think I’ll name them all after mythological goddesses.  Since this baby was born from a white shell, I think she has to be Aphrodite, don’t you?


Assuming she’s a girl, of course.  If not, well, he will be nameless.  And sadly, dinner.  I can’t keep any more males!

Right now, though, they are just so adorably tiny and sweet.

Aphrodite is already photogenic.

And worn out from hatching.

They love their Brinsea Eco Brooder 20.  It also is working perfectly, keeping them brilliantly warm and contented.  I did my trick of tucking a piece from a feather boa underneath with them, and they LOVE snuggling into those cozy feathers.

All eight of the hatchlings are inside the brooder box now.  They have food and water figured out.

Oh look – do you notice something?  Just like last year, when the hatchery accidentally sent me one Texas A&M chick (Peabody), this year I also got a cuckoo in the nest.  I’m assuming that little dark chick is not an Italian, but rather a sneaky little Standard!

Whatever, it’s cute.

And so are the Italians.  At this age, they love to snuggle in hands, and come right up and crawl up into your palm whenever you put your hand into the brooder.

At this age (barely one day old) they already have the worm-hunting instinct.  Just look at this little one hunting a loose thread on the duvet!

There are still four eggs unhatched in the incubator, and I’ll leave it running for a few more days, just in case.  Sometimes there’s a late hatch.  If not, eight very healthy chicks from twelve shipped eggs is a really good hatch rate, so I’m happy.

Keep your fingers crossed for mostly girls…

Schemes, and Also Cute Quails.

The new quail coop is nearing completion. I just need to put on the three roof sections, and add the hardware (hinges, catches, etc.)

And also fill the bottom six inches or so with dirt.  Now that it’s Spring, the quail are enjoying digging around in the dirt so much.  I went out to check on Cinna and his girls this morning, and found they had dug massive holes.  I thought maybe it was just for dirt bathing, but then I saw one of the girls unearth a worm.  This led to a high-energy game of chase, as the other girl wanted the worm too!  Then Cinna found a worm of his own, but instead of eating it himself (he’s such a sweet little boy) he tugged it up out of the ground just enough so it couldn’t get away, and called for the girls.  The wormless girl came running and grabbed it, and then both girls were doing the mad worm chase, neither stopping to realize that they each had a worm of their own.  There were several near collisions, and much drama!  I can’t imagine raising these little guys on a wire floor; they get so much enjoyment from their lives being “natural” quail.

I tried to get a video for you, but Cinna was in the nest box out of sight, and the girls had calmed down.  And they had also managed to fill in their biggest holes.  And oops – I need to find a better water system; this energetic digging is throwing too much dirt into their water.  I’ve cleaned it out four times today!

And they are also beginning to lay again; I found my first little speckled egg this morning!

This winter I’ve been planning lots of plans.  I’ve sketched out each section of the yard, with what I want to do.  These plans are constantly shifting, but right now, here’s a portion of the side yard.  There will be some fruits and vegetables here, plus a yard for meat chickens/ducks.

Right now, that yard is a disaster.  Junk from this-and-that, plus mud.  Lots and lots of mud.  It’s been raining pretty much non-stop here.

Another view (from the other end):

The chickens better enjoy it while they can.  Once I start renovating things, they won’t have access to this yard anymore.

Don’t feel sorry for them, though – they are getting their own yard renovation, with a private kale garden, apple trees, roses, and herbs.  I’ll show you photos of the “before” of their yard soon.  Right now, I’ll just show you one thing: the chicken garden plot.

I just planted out some kale starts, and some peppermint plants in cement cinder blocks.  The cinder blocks work really well as planters; they can’t really dig them out very easily, and they don’t like to eat peppermint.  It does, however, help deter flies and keep things smelling nice in the coop yard.

I’ll put a proper fence around the garden bed at some point, but right now I just needed something quick and easy to protect those little kale until I can start harvesting leaves for the chickens to eat!

There is one other section of the side garden.  I’m growing mostly fruit bushes and vines here, but I also plan to install a duck coop for a couple of Indian Runner ducks.  I need some garden slug patrol.  The chickens do a great job of keeping the slug population way, way down, but I can’t let them run freely in the garden during the growing season, or I wouldn’t have a garden.  Ducks, though, especially small, light Indian Runners, are perfectly wonderful in a garden part-time.

Here’s my sketch:

And here’s the current reality.  This portion of the yard is further along.  I have a large number of the fruit bushes/vines already planted.

We’re still in the process of building raised beds, etc.  There is still such a long way to go!

But Spring is finally making an appearance.

New Incubator!

I got my Brinsea Mini Advance incubator in the mail today.

Of course, I immediately set it up, plugged it in, and set the temp.  It worked wonderfully well – it didn’t take long at all to go up to 99.6 degrees (recommended for quail) and stayed there!  You’d understand my intense jubilation if you’d had to fuss with the incubator I used for my previous quail eggs.  So fussy and difficult – I was constantly tweaking the temp, and it even so, it was jigging all over…perhaps one of the reasons I got only about a 50% hatch rate.  As this incubator is much smaller, and only holds 12 eggs, I’m hoping for a much greater hatch rate this time.

Of course, the hatch rate also depends on what happens to the eggs during shipping, and I have no control over that.

After I tested to be sure the incubator seemed to be working, I ordered a batch of quail eggs.  I chose “Golden Italians”, because I am beginning to believe that my male Loki is actually an Italian, rather than a Blonde.  For one thing, I’m not sure “Blonde” actually exists outside of Stromberg’s catalog descriptions.  I can’t find any mention of that color anywhere else!  They do, however, describe their “Italian” quail as having brown/black markings on a cream base, which is Loki to a T.  So I took a chance, and ordered some “Golden Italian” eggs from an online seller – the picture listed looks like Loki.  If they hatch, he’ll just have to be happy with what he gets, exact match or not!  🙂

So here we go – more adventures in hatching quail.  Now I just need to finish building their new coop, so Loki and his future girls will have someplace to live.  Even though I have him separated from my other male, Peabody, they are still fighting through the bars.  No blood has been drawn, but Peabody spent a few days sulking in the nest box after Loki apparently scalped a patch of feathers off Peabody’s head.  Peabody’s own fault, of course – he’s the one who stuck in his head through the bars and gave Loki the opportunity!  I tried to tell him that, but there’s simply no explaining anything to a sulking quail.

It’s going to be a great weekend.  The weather is improved (sunshine replacing snow), I have quail eggs and strawberry plants arriving in the mail, and I’m attending a class at my local nursery on espalier tree pruning.

On Sculpting, Gardening, and Duck Fat

Oh WOW, you guys.  I’d heard that duck fat and potatoes were made for each other, so since potatoes are basically my favorite food, I gave it a try. Last night I fried some sliced potatoes (which I would normally have fried in butter) in duck fat.

It was SO incredibly good.  I’m salivating, just remembering.  In fact, after I finish this post, I think I’ll go make some more!  Duck fat is officially on my ‘must have’ list.  There is no way I am not raising ducks for meat, now.  I just have to figure out which breed, and where to put them.

Today the rain let up, and that was a fortunate thing, since my order arrived from Raintree Nursery.  I have a Crandall Black Currant, a new blueberry, and two Golden Sentinel columnar apple trees!

I put the apple trees in wine barrels in the Chicken yard.  The chickens are extremely excited about all that new dirt, which is why there is currently boards over the barrels.  If I didn’t do that, they’d dig the trees up in very short order.  Once they are settled in, and the dirt is no longer quite so enticing, I’ll remove them.

Hard to believe anything can come of those little twigs, right?

In other gardening projects, the front yard garden is coming right along.  Most of the beds are in, and filled.

I think we’ve decided to use straw between the beds, in the walkways.  I can’t wait until time to plant!  I’ve already started a few seeds inside, things like kale, that will be ready to put out before the last frost.  I think we’re going to have an early Spring.  The daffodils are coming up, the trees are budding, and the rabbits are losing their excess winter hair.  Of course, now that I’ve said this…..

Loki the quail needs his coop built, so I’ve started on that, as well.

Why do things have to look so terrible before they look nice?  This is part of my circle garden.  I’m pulling apart one of the middle sections, and am going to build the coop into it, as a pretty accent.  I need to get this done as soon as possible, because I’m going to order a snazzy new incubator (a Brinsea) soon, and raise some gorgeous Blonde wives for my picky quail boy.  He’d better like these girls.  If not, he’ll have to go, pretty as he is.   😦

I also managed to finish up a sculpting commission I took on – three cats, modeled after pictures of the buyer’s cats, with the requested accents of Lovecraft, Pokemon, Tesla, Steampunk, and the Cheshire Cat.  I think it quite adorable, myself!  I love doing commissions for people; it’s such an exercise in creativity.

And look!  Our sky was so pretty tonight!

Loki the Quail

Today I am going to answer the question all of you were asking.  Well, some of you.  Well…maybe a couple of you were thinking it, quietly in your heads.

Why, when I have an “Egyptian theme” going on with my quail names, is the little Blonde male called Loki.  I know some of you think it’s simply because I might be just a little bit of a fangirl where Loki is concerned, but that’s a (mostly) false presumption.

You see, here’s the story, and you tell me if it doesn’t seem familiar.  There are two little boy quail, hatched from eggs together, raised together, and best friends with each other.  Then the older one started claiming everything as his.  His coop.  His girls.  The younger quail was not a fan of this.  He felt he was burdened with a glorious purpose, and deserved to have the coop and the girls just as much as the older quail.  Weren’t they brothers?  Well, no, actually, it appeared (judging by his color) the younger quail was not a Standard Coturnix at all.  He was a Blonde.  He was the only Blonde in the whole coop.

He was very angry about this, and started attacking all the other quail, and demanding that they submit to him and his right to rule.

The other quail ganged up on him, and there was a furious battle.  Sadly, his adoptive human mother had to agree to separate him from all the other quail, and put him in a cage all by himself.  She was the only one who came to visit him, and brought him seeds and chickweed.

It only annoyed him more that his cage had bars.  Wasn’t he attractive enough to rate glass?


And that is why Loki is named Loki.