This was pure luck - there was no way in which I could expect a quail, cleaning between their toes, to put the quaily crest in such perfect alignment with some sunlight shining between juniper tree branches that it seemed as though they had thought-bubbles coming out of the top of their head. But there you are! It's getting to the time of the year where there are quails everywhere, although I haven't seen any clutches of truly little ones yet...
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