The quail in the old Wild Area (as we called it<\/p>\n
before it was bulldozed for houses) used to use<\/p>\n
the aspen grove for their rookery. I often saw the chicks<\/p>\n
following their folk as I skirted the trail along<\/p>\n
the south side of grove, which in my mind explains<\/p>\n
why those little scurrying feathered kids persuaded<\/p>\n
my body to become a newborn quail. Right out of my shell<\/p>\n
I bounced my floppy topknot around like the elephant calves<\/p>\n
I saw on NatGeo swing their face noodles for fun, though<\/p>\n
my topknot is on a smaller scale. My new life<\/p>\n
is a smaller scale, so the patch of grass<\/p>\n
looks like a plush motel that could house my whole family,<\/p>\n
head plumes and all. The happiness of moist dirt underneath<\/p>\n
soothes my fears. It took no time at all before I stopped<\/p>\n
missing my thumbs. I love my three toes. Sprouting feathers<\/p>\n
clinched the deal. I never want to turn back. I love<\/p>\n
my quail life and will scuttle through this grove and follow<\/p>\n
my clan wherever they go. I love how safe we all are<\/p>\n
here iour private aspen grove.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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