Growing pains

Thirsty chick in the shade

We've had a run of hot weather - temperatures in the high 20s, even reaching 31 for a a couple of days - very unusual for mid-November, making the garden need daily watering, and drying out the bush rapidly, but fantastic for little chicks!


We now have 26 chicks, at wildly different sizes and stages of growth, enjoying dust baths and hunting for insects in the sunshine. Our first little mother, Bellen,  gave up parenting a bit too early, and we lost our first little all-white chick, and possibly a couple of the other weaker ones.

Our surviving white chick - not the brightest and definitely not the strongest - but beautiful!

The second mother at one point was trying to care for 19 babies - there are now 16 who have reached the "teenager" stage - a bit unkempt, occasionally aggressive towards the smaller chicks, and huddling together for warmth and company.

The Huddle - there are 11 small chicks plus one or two older ones in this heap!

The third mother, Bib, hatched 11, and is doing very well indeed. The one remaining white chick - a definite runt, less than half the size of its teenage siblings, has joined Bib's family, and is thriving (still only just bigger than the other chicks, despite being more than a week older).
There was a horrible accident yesterday (an extremely hot day) where a chick climbed into the glass seed jar, which had been left on the ground, and couldn't get out. It taught us a lesson about leaving things lying around, and I hope it was quick. We feel terrible - but we do have a lot of others!

These two are more than a week apart in age!

 The size range is extraordinary - chicks from the same hatching can be wildly different - we think it might relate to when the eggs were hatched. Although they usually hatch within an hour or so of each other, minutes seem to make a big difference.

The older chicks have very different personalities too - some are incredibly aggressive towards the smaller birds, some are very solitary, some are timid, others follow us around hopefully waiting for food.

Teenage friends hanging out...

It's so hot...I need a good lie down

Older teenager showing youngster how it's done...

On other news - Plum is now a father for the second time! If this keeps up we will be overrun with tiny King quails (not a bad thing, perhaps). We're not sure how many this time - or where the nest was - or when they hatched - but there are 4 or 5 and maybe more...the older four, now pretty much full-grown, seem to have taken over Plum's grass castle, and the new family have moved under the artichokes. Plum is a fully active father, as last time, and seems to have responsibility for at least two, keeping them under him and guarding them as they hunt for food. Photos as soon as we can!

That time of year again

Chicks are arriving thick and fast. Our first sitting mother has successfully hatched 12 (our previous record was eight!) It's incredible that she can get all the chicks snuggled under her, but she can. She fluffs herself up and they all pile in...

Hopefully they will all make it, but we know that is probably unlikely.Off to a good start though!

Steppin' out with mum!

In clover - some of the gang hunting in the grass

Four days old.

Of the twelve chicks, one is yellow (adult = white). This colour seems to be unusual (we often get broods with no yellow chicks at all) and they rarely survive. They are usually weaker than the others, and can be singled out for attacks by other birds, and even their own siblings as they get older. We really hope this one makes it!
We kept this family in a smaller cage for the first three days, to ensure none of the chicks get left behind when they roam, and to allow us to feed them extra mealworms! However, yesterday our next broody hen hatched eight chicks, so the first ones are now free-ranging, and the new family is in the smaller cage. This second hatching also has a single yellow chick...

 We'll post photos of the latest ones when we can. There are still two more sitting mums - hopefully they won't hatch just yet!

Plum...and family!

Our favourite tale so far this Spring involves Plum;  for so many months a lonely male piping out his plaintive cry every afternoon and evening, hoping somehow a female would come past.

Plum - lonely no longer

The happy gang of three

And finally, he got his wish.

Earlier this year we managed to find three lovely girls to join our solitary boy. They were, however, very young, and we didn't expect much to come of it, we were just pleased he had company at last. Sadly one girl had a misadventure quite quickly (possibly encountering rat poison) and we lost her. There were still two others, and the little group of three settled in nicely. They are extremely shy, and live mostly deep in a large clump of grasses, rarely venturing far.

Plum's girls

One afternoon I was weeding nearby, and became aware of unusual cheeping noises. Intrigued, I went to investigate. I found Plum, his two girls - and a tiny dark chick! I raced to the house to tell my daughter, and when we came back to the garden, my daughter found a nest and four broken eggs...
We waited for the birds to come out for food - and yes, darting around the adult birds there were indeed four chicks! They were so small, and so wary they were almost impossible to photograph. It wasn't until they were a few days old that we finally managed a picture - and it's not very good.

A proud father, with first chick!

It's now been nearly nearly three weeks, and the family are thriving. Plum has been an exemplary father, constantly finding food for his chicks, and allowing them to huddle underneath him, just as the females do. It's actually impossible for us to know which girl actually hatched the eggs, as all three adults respond to the chicks calling, all three feed them, and all three shelter them. We don't know if this is typical of King quails, or whether we have an unusual set-up. It does seem apparent that males play a major role in childcare, which is lovely to see. We'd be really interested to know if anyone else has seen male King quails caring for their young.

We were shocked to notice a couple of extras coming for the daily seed distribution - two mice moved in with Plum and his family a few days ago - they didn't seem to pose any threat to the birds, but they weren't really given the chance! Plum and the girls would puff up to twice their size, raise their wings and dart at the mice whenever they saw them, making a strange low growling call. The mice would disappear immediately, creeping back when they could, eating the seeds. We caught one, and dispatched it, and the other seems to have left. The chicks are growing unbelievably fast - we'll try and get more pictures.

A mild winter

The birds are thriving. We've sold some, eaten some (sorry boys) and swapped some. The flock currently numbers 21 Coturnix quail and 4 King quail. Ideally we'll get rid of more by the time the spring laying season arrives, as this is still too many. We just can't decide who to get rid of! This handsome fella (or lass) is Mini-Boc, looking very plump and gorgeous in the winter afternoon. 

 The trees are bare, and there's not as much cover as the birds prefer, so we have left corners of the garden wild and overgrown, and they spend much of their time wandering through the long grass. Alternatively they cluster around the gate waiting for us to come and feed them (they are definitely spoilt and lazy).
This is Melon, hiding in the grass. The rests of the garden is much less overgrown - so this is naturally the birds' favourite hangout.

This is Fog, eating our home-grown millet!

The birds love millet seeds and dried sunflower heads, but only in winter. In summer or autumn they won't touch them!

Sudden death

If anyone can help...

Our last clutch (from one of our younger birds) hatched 7 eggs from a total of 21... We think other birds may have been laying in the nest, as the mother had started sitting once she reached about 11 eggs - but the number kept going up. All our other broody hens stopped laying once they started full-time sitting, so we are not exactly sure what was going on with this one.

The mother is quite wild, refusing to be hand-fed, and was very protective of her chicks, keeping well away from us and the other birds, and fluffing up to twice her size and hissing and growling if we came too close. Usually with newly-hatched chicks we feed them meal-worms, and give extra to the mother as well, but this one wanted nothing to do with us. Her chicks seemed very active, and she was a very vocal mother, calling to them constantly and keeping them close. We decided to leave her to it, as we've not had a great survival rate with chicks, despite our efforts to feed them and protect them.

At a week old the little family appeared to be thriving, and we were very pleased. Then the weather suddenly got cold. We went into the garden after a cold and wet night, and found one chick feebly calling, a second nearly frozen, and three dead in a huddled heap. The mother came running over asking to be fed, and the last two chicks were with her. We rushed the two cold ones up to the house and put them in the incubator to warm them up. The weaker one never recovered, and died after about 20 minutes. The second one initially looked much better, and started walking around, calling, and we were about to take it back to the mother. Then we noticed it appeared to be staggering, eventually it lay down, unable to lift its head, and then started twitching, and could barely move. Sadly, we decided to kill it, rather than watch it suffer.

The two surviving chicks are healthy - so far - and the mother now comes to be fed in the morning, but then takes her family and does her own thing, continuing to be aggressive to anyone who approaches.

So what happened?

At first we thought the cold killed them - but we can't understand why three were found dead and huddled together - if they were cold, and the mother had walked away, they would try to follow. We think they may have died under her.
The other two did appear to be trying to find her - and she'd been an excessively attentive mother up until then - why did she suddenly ignore them?
The one who seemed to recover, and then suddenly weakened again, despite being warm under the incubator - what happened there?
We wonder if they were sick, and that's why the mother abandoned them. Did she know they were too weak to survive? Could they have eaten something that poisoned them?

We've never had an experience like this one, and are at a loss to understand what happened. Can anyone help? Has anyone had chicks die suddenly, after a week running around and appearing to be strong and healthy?

Plum

Our single solitary King quail male continues hale and hearty - and gorgeous!

If only we could find him a mate...

"I am the Lord of all I survey..."

If anyone in Tassie has any spare female King quails - we can offer a very good home to them! Send us a message through this blog...please!

Boys being boys...

Our quails have no trouble going broody, and hatching chicks (getting the chicks to survive to maturity is another issue...) so the boys are definitely doing their job. However, our quails do seem to prefer a single male-female pairing, and some females are more popular than others, leading to all sorts of struggles.

We currently have almost as many males as females - which just doesn't work. We have eaten a few boys, and sold some others, and when our current young males mature we will have to do the same again.

We can't work out why some girls seem to have "it" while others are ignored - is it age? Markings? Pheromones? Likewise, the males also show a decided pecking order, with one taking the role of Alpha Male, and mating with all the girls, while other lesser males have to use sneaky tactics. They can be helped by the girls themselves, who will allow the Alpha Male to mate, but will then turn on him viciously, and drive him away after the event, running off with one of the others. The girls often seem to choose their mates, and many spend their days in happy seclusion with their preferred partner, putting up with occasional attacks by other (unpartnered) males, or the Alpha Male.  It's confusing, and we haven't yet worked out the best ratio, or how to ensure they all partner happily. All the birds are different, and have strong personalities, and their preferences seem to change.

However, when two birds fight - for whatever reason -  it can be quite spectacular (and difficult to photograph, apologies for the blurred pics!)

Cue music: "it's the eye of the tiger..."

"It's the thrill of the fight..."

 

"Rising up to the challenge of our rival..."

 Once the fight is over, the birds dust themselves off and move away. One of our oldest males - Fog - had been top male for quite a while, and is still very reluctant to cede his position. His younger replacement, Fedderdix, is in his prime. Fog is still only a year or so old, but he's had a hard life, including three weeks in a cast with a broken leg! At the moment he's looking decidedly the worse for wear, as he gets attacked by both males and females. Most of the feathers from the back of his neck have been pulled out, but he still seems happy enough, and hops onto the top of the compost heap to crow...this is his favourite place, and he spends much of his time perched on high, while the other birds rummage for worms and bugs below.

Fog looking somewhat scruffy...

After yet another battle - a stiff drink is needed...