I’m weed eating one day near the barn, discover a clutch of quail eggs. About twenty of them. With the weed cover gone, the mom won’t return. I felt bad. What to do? The sun would destroy them in no time. I get a flash of brilliance. The asshole pigeons! One of my mules had kicked the side door off its hinges, so, these dead beat birds made nests inside the barn above the sliding door channels. I gather up the eggs, climb a ladder, put them in the various pigeon nests. They always flew out whenever I walked in, so, no sweat. I come home from work a few days later, I watch incredulous as my big red rooster is attacking these pigeons as their fluttering around. It was because of the baby quail. They hatch ready to rock and roll. They also don’t fly. They run. The pigeons went up a notch in my book. They actually fought with the rooster. Ended up catching ’em all, put them in the incubator until a neighbor took them for his aviary…