My quails are still growing up a storm. I moved them to a larger, mesh-covered bin in the garage because they had begun to fly out of their brooder in the office.
Here is a size comparison of them, two days old vs two weeks old
Two days old (cue the 'aww' soundtrack):
Look at them all hiding in the TP tube.
And now, today, against an identical TP tube:
These quail are (comparatively) huge.
Ok, as advertised in the title, I think I am beginning to see gender feathering on their chests (I
browns) So far it looks like a 50/50 split, which is awesome. I hope my two pale chested quails don't start growing in red
Here are some pics, first, the boys
0 and 3 (you can tell because of the number of fingers I have up - so I can tell the pictures of different quails apart
)
And the (hopefully) girls
1 and 2
As you can see, 1 has decided to play dead, probably because I was planning on pinioning them today. She was the first I picked up, I held her securely, I had my sharp kitchen shears nearby, the brooder was freshly cleaned; I held out her wing, pointing out the exact spot to cut to the scruffy fiance, he reached for the shears...
Then I flinched, motioned him to stop, took a picture, and popped her back into the freshly cleaned brooder.
I'm not a squeamish girl. Killing and butchering animals = not a problem.
But pinioning... a bit too much for me. Since there is no :embarrased of my wussiness: smilie, I'll go with
Here is a size comparison of them, two days old vs two weeks old
Two days old (cue the 'aww' soundtrack):

Look at them all hiding in the TP tube.
And now, today, against an identical TP tube:

These quail are (comparatively) huge.
Ok, as advertised in the title, I think I am beginning to see gender feathering on their chests (I


Here are some pics, first, the boys
0 and 3 (you can tell because of the number of fingers I have up - so I can tell the pictures of different quails apart



And the (hopefully) girls
1 and 2


As you can see, 1 has decided to play dead, probably because I was planning on pinioning them today. She was the first I picked up, I held her securely, I had my sharp kitchen shears nearby, the brooder was freshly cleaned; I held out her wing, pointing out the exact spot to cut to the scruffy fiance, he reached for the shears...
Then I flinched, motioned him to stop, took a picture, and popped her back into the freshly cleaned brooder.
I'm not a squeamish girl. Killing and butchering animals = not a problem.
But pinioning... a bit too much for me. Since there is no :embarrased of my wussiness: smilie, I'll go with
