There was a family of quail outside my door a little bit ago. They fascinate me. The mother and father move in and around the group of their children, their number impossible to count because they move so quickly. Are there fourteen little babies? Sixteen? Did I count that one already? Oh, there's one more over there.
After they walk, hop and fly away beyond the view of my open sliding glass door, I go to the computer and Google "symbolism of quail." I read: protectiveness, group harmony, devotion, permanence, eternity, and life cycles.
It is no accident the quail are here with me today. These are the themes I'm turning over in my mind.
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