I accidentally stumbled on raising quail when my SO brought home a pair of bobwhites. With some googling I discovered coturnix are more up my alley. It has come to my attention this hobby is allll about waiting. So I've been waiting for my egg order to be ready from a hunting preserve in the area. When I finally get those eggs I'm gonna be like "woohoo!". THEN I have to set the eggs and.. .wait! Then I'll enjoy the little fuzz balls for a few weeks, then get impatient and want them to start laying. This is worse than gardening! The anticipation is killing me.