April 9, 2019
The first draft of this poem was written earlier this year while on a trip to our house in the small town of Oliver, British Columbia. Looking out the huge picture window, a covey of quail provide endless entertainment. I can't help but wonder what they are saying to one another as they forage around the neighbourhood.
Quail
early morning
a covey of quail
congregate in the yard
scuttling together
mobs of round bodies
atop spindly legs
hustling and bustling
hustling and bustling
flitting about
chattering, chittering
calling to each other,
follow follow follow
here here here
come come come
there there
join join join
now now
hurry hurry hurry
This video is from an Okanagan news site here.
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I love all your imagining after "calling to each other," to follow and join, come, here repeating. And I love the video! Oh! those babies!
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