Last Sunday we got to witness the spectacular tournament of the local male quail competing for the rights of ‘royalty’. There were about 2o gathered at the base of a mesquite tree. Each would take turns trying to knock off the quail perched on the highest limb.
Each male quail would take turns. As one got pushed out of the tree, another would fly up to take his place.
On the ground, the defeated were consoled by their disappointed mates…
All Hail the King Quail