First off, I don't expect feed store employees to know everything, hell if they can tell a poult from a keet, i'm realitivly happy. Went to pick up a few bags of feed and the new guy walks up (saw him last trip, but he's still newish). The dogs at the store know me, so trying to be nice to new guy (who's hauling about 200lbs of various feed for me, I asked if the chicks had moved outside yet (they got a late july batch in). So we go to look at the pens, and I mention the banties look well. He asked "what a banty?" "A tiny chicken" "oh have you seen these ones yet?" He's pointing to a cage of corturnix. "those are quail, I've 48 at home" "oh... what do you do with them?" "stuff them with cheese and wrap them in bacon" "mommy cuts thier heads off and rips thier guts out." He looked so shocked that I eat them.