CovidtimeQuail
Highly quailified
Meet Tina and Tiny. Now that they are named, it is official. They are pets.
Some of you may recognize Tina, the hen on the left, as the one you helped me save after she was scalped and blinded by a vicious roo. She's still a little bald but otherwise doing just fine. She spent two weeks being fed and talked to her while she was helpless and blind; now she is absolutely attached and comes when called. At the end of Tina's healing, she started calling out for quail companions. In a moment of poorly thought out compassion, I tossed the small picked-on roo from the culling group into her cage.
She was ecstatic. Tiny was just what she needed; he was mild, meek and pretty cowed by everything around him. She immediately attached herself to him and made him her BFF.
Now I'm stuck with Tiny.
Tina still loves Tiny very much. When she is on the far end of the cage, out of sight of Tiny, she sings to him. Tiny, on the other hand, barely recognizes her call. He is too busy trying to mount all the other hens in the cage. This is annoying to me for several reasons. Perhaps most importantly, Tiny keeps trying to mount my prized Italian hen, who used to "belong" to the Rosetta celadon male I want her to mate with. The Rosetta male typically retreats in the face of Tiny, although it is pretty clear he could beat Tiny up.
Tiny is so small it is comical watching him try to mount the much larger Italian. I doubt his junk goes anywhere past her trunk. The Italian also pretty much ignores him, he is way too small for her to take note of. She'll just walk around with him on her back.
Quail friends, take note -- don't let this happen to you. Quail are food, not friends.
Some of you may recognize Tina, the hen on the left, as the one you helped me save after she was scalped and blinded by a vicious roo. She's still a little bald but otherwise doing just fine. She spent two weeks being fed and talked to her while she was helpless and blind; now she is absolutely attached and comes when called. At the end of Tina's healing, she started calling out for quail companions. In a moment of poorly thought out compassion, I tossed the small picked-on roo from the culling group into her cage.
She was ecstatic. Tiny was just what she needed; he was mild, meek and pretty cowed by everything around him. She immediately attached herself to him and made him her BFF.
Now I'm stuck with Tiny.
Tina still loves Tiny very much. When she is on the far end of the cage, out of sight of Tiny, she sings to him. Tiny, on the other hand, barely recognizes her call. He is too busy trying to mount all the other hens in the cage. This is annoying to me for several reasons. Perhaps most importantly, Tiny keeps trying to mount my prized Italian hen, who used to "belong" to the Rosetta celadon male I want her to mate with. The Rosetta male typically retreats in the face of Tiny, although it is pretty clear he could beat Tiny up.
Tiny is so small it is comical watching him try to mount the much larger Italian. I doubt his junk goes anywhere past her trunk. The Italian also pretty much ignores him, he is way too small for her to take note of. She'll just walk around with him on her back.
Quail friends, take note -- don't let this happen to you. Quail are food, not friends.
