A Tale Of Two Chinese King Quails - How To Raise Quail Babies

Hello there, my name is Mr Quail. I am the handsome little bird on the right with dark blue feathers on my back. My lovely wife Mrs Quail had dark brown feathers and she had been behaving cranky these few weeks because she told me she was going to have the babies.

She had laid a pile of eggs in our bedroom a while ago and had been sitting on the eggs for several weeks now. I still couldn't see the babies and I was beginning to wonder where they are hiding.

During the day I was not allowed to enter the bedroom or go near those eggs, so I spent my time in the lounge and occassionally peeking in to see my wife mumbling to herself. Boy, is she grumpy!

One morning Mrs Quail shouted with joy, "The babies are here! They are so cute!"

I rushed into the bedroom but I could only see my wife and she said, "Hush, don't frightened the babies. They are hiding beneath my wings. You have to be careful not to peck at them."

We had six girls and one boy. Five of the girls looked exactly like their mother, I hoped the two yellow babies would grow up and look a bit like me.

A few hours later, the babies could not wait to leave the bedroom and have their first meal, though they stayed close to their mother most of the time.

They liked to play hide-and-seek with me, too.

The children really loved to eat and we had to teach them some manners and how to share their food.

We all loved to go outside when the weather was sunny and nice. The children would play for hours in the sun and sandbathe in the warm sandpit. They learned to catch a few bugs and ants, that was when they ended up fighting most of the time.

The children were growing up so quickly and I thought we were getting a bit crowded in our one-bedroom house.

And they just kept on eating and eating so much food ...

Our only son, Bruce (on the right), was starting to look a lot like me now, eventhough his feathers were a bit pale.

A few months later, we moved to a larger new house and the whole family was happy.

All our children eventually grew up and moved out. Blondie (left) and the rest of the girls had their own babies, so I could say we had become proud grandparents.