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Maybe 70 California quail! In the backyard #BirdCallOut #Quorb
Photo of a small sea of earthy dark grey and brown orbs stitched with short, quill-like creamy stripes and punctuated by the occasional white-framed black face and forehead bobble, all foraging around in the soggy, pale green grass and dark, sodden leaf litter of a somewhat suburban back yard. It is a bevy of an enormous amount of plump, scrabbling quorbs.
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Inhaltswarnung: Silly; earwyrm-y; I don't know where you are, but it's much too early for this here; quorb!

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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.
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Foggy morning with a 100% chance of quail. #quorb
Photo of a very round, plump, chickenlike grey bird with a brown breast flecked with creamy quill-like markings, a gorgeous black face with white outlining, and an endearing upside down quotation mark of feathers Kewpie-ing up from eir forehead like a tiny pennant, sitting up in an almost bare oak tree against a backdrop of twiglets and heavy winter fog. The wonderful borb, a California quail, is standing in left-facing profile and looking down thoughtfully towards the ground, as though wondering why e's not down there foraging around. A few stray, brown oak leaves like pointy-limbed paper dolls dress the odd branch in the soft focus of the foreground.
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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.
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California quail walking the right of way. #quorb #railway
Photo of a California quail--a wonderfully round, plump, smallishly chickenlike bird with grey wings, a white-streaked brown breast, and a wonderfully colorblocked black and white face. This fancy squeaky toy of a bird is walking from right to left along the outer rail of a defunct railroad track that is nestled behind some dried grasses in a cold, sunny, gravelly underpass. The quail is looking back over eir shoulder in full right-facing profile, eir brown breast catching the sun and warming to a chestnut that matches eir cap, and the dark plume of feathers that curls like one arm of a fleur de lis arcing over eir wistful stare downtrack.
#railway #quorb

I love when all the neighborhood #quorb band together.
Photo of eleven California quail milling nervously about in the rock border to my neighbor's driveway. They are so plump and round and wonderful, their bodies a wonderful slate blue with brown wings and cream-colored, quill-like detailing on their lower breasts and wings. Many of the males are in profile showing off their gorgeously dark, colorblocked faces, which are outlined in white and capped with fuzzy gold eyebrows, a white "sweatband," and a punctuation mark of feathers that curl like a Kewpie doll question out of their foreheads. A pair of females are in profile as well, though they are more grey than slate-blue, with softer brown faces and forehead punctuation that is less question than quote. They all have a constellation of tiny white specks on the backs of their necks, and they all look both bold and anxious: They startle with vulnerability at the drop of a hat, but they band together for strength and subterfuge, blending cleverly in with the rocks and scruff of the neighborhood.
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