We often think about the big things when we travel. In the Okanagan, it’s the wine, the sunshine, the golfing, the beaches, and the mountains.
But sometimes it’s the little things that bring such joy to a person’s life. And in the Okanagan, one of those things is the unassuming and beautiful quail. To watch these birds for any length of time is to bring real happiness into your day. Even when I’ve been feeling grumpy, seeing quail scurrying across a lawn or watching the quail babies working their way up a hill makes me realize that whatever was making me grumpy had to take a back seat for a while.
One simply cannot be grumpy in the presence of a quail.
So to you, oh jubilant quail, I salute you, and offer this ode in your honour. (Photos to follow)
That’s a lovely curving crest up on your noggin,
Made of six lovely feathers we call a plume,
It helps attract mates, I am to assume.
Ruffling feathers, so happy and gay,
Wriggling about and flapping wings,
It’s fun-filled watching, such joy you do bring.
I see you scurry by, first, second, and third,
You vocalize ‘chicago’ and ‘squill’ and ‘pip’,
Your beautiful sounds make me jump up and skip.
When you scurry on past, your legs such apace,
It’s never a bad day when I see you about,
A day without you is a day that I pout.