kcult
Songster
- Jun 5, 2022
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But I'm seriously considering giving up on the quail.
I retired from work recently, so I have plenty of time to keep them up, etc., but the one thing that pushes me towards getting out of it, more than any other thing, is the brutality of these little demons.
I understand there is a such thing as a pecking order, but why on earth do birds that are hatched and raised up together, all of a sudden decide someone needs to die? It's very stressful.
I have quail on the ground, in a 8x10 coop, but also quail in 2x4 cages. Everyone has food, water, and dirt, and there seems to be no difference in behavior between the ground flock and the cage flock, with the exception of those on the ground have better chances of getting out of harm's way. But, the most damage I've seen so far, was within the ground flock. The poor male was missing an eye and had a bald, bloody spot on the back of head, about the size of a postage stamp.
I would love to continue, because we are eating the eggs for breakfast, as well as pickled. And people seem to really like my pickled quail eggs.
I just can't accept the aggression and brutality of these creatures. I've had chickens longer, and with the exception of one rooster that absolutely flipped, one day, these animals seem to know how to live with each other.
I retired from work recently, so I have plenty of time to keep them up, etc., but the one thing that pushes me towards getting out of it, more than any other thing, is the brutality of these little demons.
I understand there is a such thing as a pecking order, but why on earth do birds that are hatched and raised up together, all of a sudden decide someone needs to die? It's very stressful.
I have quail on the ground, in a 8x10 coop, but also quail in 2x4 cages. Everyone has food, water, and dirt, and there seems to be no difference in behavior between the ground flock and the cage flock, with the exception of those on the ground have better chances of getting out of harm's way. But, the most damage I've seen so far, was within the ground flock. The poor male was missing an eye and had a bald, bloody spot on the back of head, about the size of a postage stamp.
I would love to continue, because we are eating the eggs for breakfast, as well as pickled. And people seem to really like my pickled quail eggs.
I just can't accept the aggression and brutality of these creatures. I've had chickens longer, and with the exception of one rooster that absolutely flipped, one day, these animals seem to know how to live with each other.