A Fine Afternoon

A gentleman among birds, Mr. Quail keeps mindful watch while his beloved forages among the wildflowers and grasses. He makes quite a statement in his boldly marked headdress. So dapper in his intricate gray and brown suit. I am struck by his strength and elegance, all the while staying vigilant in keeping his lady safe. Standing alert in stillness, he sees me from a distance and tilts his gaze so his dark eyes look into mine. Anticipating that he will send out his pit-pit alarm call, I hold equally still and wait. But instead of the call, he tips his plume forward like a nod, as if to say "Hello. A fine afternoon isn't it?" And I swear he is smiling at me. Then he gracefully turns to join his beloved. It is a fine afternoon indeed.