..............................The Rescue of Quincy and Rachel
When someone propped open the front door of the clubhouse, for about five minutes, in order to let in a little fresh air, mouse-size Quincy the Quail, and his sister Rachel snuck in.  They ran around peeping, peeping, no doubt looking for their mother and siblings who had gone on down the street when the two inquisitive babies took their detour.   Not to worry.  Strong hearted Karl Koskela and Roger Spencer shooed the peeping little buggers out the door, and told them to, “Go find your Mama.”

Later that day, about noon-time, a small crowd gathered pool-side near the gazebo.  Bob Tudjan had scooped from the pool, what he thought to be, a wet leaf, and set it on the cement edge.  Suddenly, the wet object began to move! Sunbathing nearby were Brian and Karen Glowa, and their guests, lovely daughter Erin and her fiancé Kyle Fargo from Calgary.  The young couple, seeing the poolside commotion jumped up quickly, and ran to the rescue, not of a wet leaf, but of a soaking wet Quincy the Quail.  Gently, as though he was picking up the most fragile of God’s creatures, Kyle lifted the tiny bird into his protective hands.  Then like a couple of caring twelve-year old kids, Kyle and Erin tried to bring life back into Quincy.

 

Erin said, “Blow on him.  Maybe the warmth of your breath will rejuvenate him.”  At first the effort failed, and Kyle looked up at his future mother-in-law, and whispered, “I think he’s dead, Mama G.”  “Blow on him some more,” coaxed Erin, and this time the little fellow fluttered.  They stroked him, talked to him, and dried him off.  Soon they could see that he had a beautiful soft grey and black stripe, with the quail top-knot on his head.  “Let’s take him in and give him some water,” Erin suggested, so they took him into the condo. 

 

They put Quincy in a shoe box where he took up just one corner.  They fed him water and tried to feed him bread crumbs.  “You know we can’t keep him,” Karen gently reminded.  “We will have to let him go.” They cut a hole in the box, large enough for Quincy to go out, and took him back outdoors under the gazebo, setting the box down in the shade, near their feet.  Soon the little guy came out of the box, and walked around in the shade.  If Kyle got up to walk around, Quincy followed him.  “We are going to call you Bird Daddy,” quipped Brian.

 
Quincy finally made his way away from them.  And then the small group, who had gathered there, heard a bird peeping again. “ He’s coming back,” cried Erin.  “No, that is a different smaller bird,” said Kyle.  “She has come back to be reunited with her brother.” 

Sure enough, there appeared  Rachel, snuggling up to her long lost brother.
Ever observant Dorothy Schmidt offered, “Where two little quail are, there is bound to be a nest.”  And so, a community widespread search was launched to find the missing quail nest.  Kyle spied it first.  It was sitting on the ground in the flowerbed right behind the barbecues.  In the nest were six live baby quail.  The happy couple did not touch the nest, but coaxed Quincy and Rachel back to where they were reunited with their siblings. 
Thanks to a few caring young people, the baby quails were safe again, free to peep another day.