prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (91) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, music, and civic events. I am writing my memoirs. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Death in the quail pen.

Last Tuesday John made a trip to a bird grower and bought two pair of quail.

He brought them home and put them in a pen he had built. He had furnished it with all the comforts. A log to hide against, water, and feed. One laid an egg.

Today John noticed one of the males had almost been pecked to death, The poor guy was laying in a corner. Many of the feathers on his back have been pecked off.
He has not been seen to move, The other male is as happy as a lark.


John and I are blue and puzzled. We feel sorry for the poor loser. I think that he is a goner.

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