I was wandering around the perennial flower beds at the park this morning, when I heard this little quail. I was amazed to see him perched on a bench in the middle of the garden. He was calling to another quail who was answering him; it must have been in the bushes at the edge of the garden. He was unperturbed by the people nearby. Eight or ten high school students were sketching flowers, and older folks were strolling around. One woman walked within two feet of the quail, and he didn't even flinch.
I was the only one paying much attention to him, and I feel as if I got the exclusive photo shoot. When I finally started to walk away, he made little rustling and cooing noises at me, as if to say, "Hey baby, don't go away yet! I've got more to show you!"