Quail in my flower bead!

A couple of weeks ago, a male quail greeted me as I drove into the driveway; he was perched on my mini flag stand in the front yard.  Willie and I tried to take a picture, but he scurried away across the grass.  Hmmm . . . what's up with that?

So, Saturday morning I was tying up some of my heavy-bloom flowers and I came across a next of eggs.  Ah ha!  Quail eggs -- daddy quail must have been guarding them (9 in all).  I continued working in the flowers when I nearly stepped on Mamma quail.

A few hours later, I checked on the nest and there she was -- keeping them warm. Can't wait to see what happens.  I hope the cats, snakes, and our newest neighbor a big brown hawk, don't eat them before they hatch.