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Sometimes the world lets you have a little flirty #quorb, as a treat.
Close photo of an almost unbelievably round, plumped up quail standing in damp, leafy grass, facing the camera and cocking eir head coquettishly to eir left. Eir chickenlike feet are posed demurely together in ballet's first position, and they reach up like a little stand on which rests the full globe-y glory of body of the quail, which is a wonderful slatey grey with a sort of basket of gold scales about midway down, as though the beautifully plump fruit of em has been nestled in one of those soft foam nets that Asian pears rest in in the grocery stores here. Eir brown wings are tucked with epic aplomb behind em, and e is looking at us out of eir flirty eye, which rests under eir bushy bronze unibrow set in the gorgeous glossy black of eir face, thin, white racing stripes demarcating a circle that wraps under eir chin and makes a band over eir eyebrow. Above this little sporty sweatband, the crowning glory of the quail puffs up: a short brown pompadour with a lick of arcing plumage that swoops up and over like the short feathery lantern of a lanternfish, only made of shadows. Eir coy look is a absolute invitation to adore em.
#quorb
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