Our quail are such a joy to watch

They cross our yard each day

The children call them bobbleheads

Cute as they strut away

The Alpha male’s impressive

He tends to all flock needs

He sits atop the fence rail

And scouts while the flock feeds

He doesn’t seem that hungry

And frequently will call

Then back and forth will walk the fence

While he protects them all

Then he flies down to join them

When he knows coast is clear

But one sharp call from Alpha

And all take flight with fear