Every family has traditions and ours is no exception. Many holiday traditions involve food and for many, many years the men our family began quail hunting around Thanksgiving and by Christmas Eve my aunt had enough to fry quail for our family dinner. There was always lots of good-natured joking about which relative had killed the most quail and who had missed the target most often. There were lots of stories about bird dogs, hunting and guns.
Over the years it became harder and harder to find quail in our area. Finally the quail dinners were a thing of the past.
Our oldest son decided he wanted to help bring quail back to our area and so he ordered 9,000 baby quail. That’s right, 9,000. When he first got them they were so tiny they looked like little pin heads running around my feet. Now they are in a flight pen and when he walks around in the pen they fly around him like the wind!
They are flight ready and he needs to sell them in order to buy more to raise next year. Anyone who knows hunters or someone who trains bird dogs with birds can contact me and I’ll put you in touch with Nick. His price is lower than most quail I’ve seen advertised on the Internet.
Blessings to you and happy Quail hunting!