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The snow is thick, the air is chill--this year's #quorb-ening has begun!
Photo of a little makeshift den under the autumn stems and curled green and brown leaves of a wild rose and other bushes in a snowy backyard. Partially hidden behind the greenery (and brownery) is a very, very round California quail, all hunkered and plumped up against the wind and cold. We find the bird in left-facing profile, the streaky white quill pattern of eir brown breast taut with eir floomfing, eir colorblock face pulled in so far we only find the tiny black button of eir eye and the barest suggestion of white stripes and black patterning. Eir face looks almost owl-like, save for the fuzzy gold eyebrows and the little pull tab of feathers sticking up from eir forehead--the signature quail crest. A light dusting of outer space is discoverable in the back of eir neck--a triangular black patch speckled with tiny stars of white. You could cup em in your hands like a tiny pumpkin or a cottage loaf or the softest, most dapper croquet ball.
#quorb
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