California Quail

5 California Quail
4:45
(Key of E)
Sometimes in the early morning of a cold, foggy winter day, I’ll open the door and startle a covey of 25-50 of these beautiful birds feeding in the pines. They’ll start up, and in a flurry, fly off into the gray.
Imagine spending your life with a black tennis ball dangling between your eyes, and you’ll have a idea of what it must be like to be a California Quail. This song evokes the peace these poor birds will never know.