Late
in the afternoon I drove to Bear Valley for a quick walk to the meadow and
back, and I rushed to return to Pi for my ritual of sunset-watching over a
glass of wine. As I left the nearly
drained visitor center parking lot, the car in front of me abruptly stopped for
no obvious reason. What could it
be? Quail crossing! An extended family of head-bobbing quail,
about two dozen in all, scattered to either side of the road, let us pass, and
regrouped.
The
sunset would have to wait. I quietly
whipped around to watch them for a while and to listen to their delightful
chirps. Were they also celebrating
Mother’s Day with a little reunion?
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