Good Adventure?

I often compare my backyard to others. For example, my backyard isn't nearly as big as my cousins and it isn't as beautiful my moms friend's. I look it as unappealing and boring. It's almost like you have black licorice and the rest of the world has fancy chocolate fudge. Obviously a big difference.

However sometimes it does surprise me. 

On October 29th my family and I made a wonderful discovery.

"There were quails in our back yard. There was, what I am assuming, a mommy quail and a daddy quail. They had about six baby chicks with them running around like crazy." (Field Notes)

They were a light brown with small dark brown spots. At one point the babies were scattered around making lots of noise when the mom made a high pitched squeak. All the babies ran over to her and got in a single file line and followed their mother. 

There has been one thing bothering me since this experience. Why were there baby quails running around in October? I looked and looked but I have yet to find when quails lay eggs, how long it takes for a quail to hatch or what time of year they usually hatch. Finding nothing bothers me. 

This blog is supposed to be about my backyard and all the little adventures it holds. To me good adventures include (1) finding new things, (2) going out of my comfort zone, (3) coming across beautiful encounters, (4) learning from the things you find, and (5) if they leave you in wonder. From this small adventure, I am left in wonder more than anything.