Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem. Yesterday, on our morning walk on our usual path from town, over the footbridge, and on through Cole Park, we were honored with a quail dance— that bobbing of the head, a little scoot forward, and then overseeing the area for danger and bits of food. It seemed a strange place for the quail to be— on the railing, and yet the canopy above has dropped numerous seeds this spring, so, along with insects, the seeds and even leafy vegetation are readily available— especially the dropping seeds.
About Quail
Poetry
A Quail’s Life Dance
Bob, scoot, oversee;
Sheri Edwards
Bob, scoot, oversee-
All along the railing
Quail dances nervously.
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Poetry/Photography [See-Frame-Focus]
A quail bobs along the bridge railing in Cole Park.
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