“This morning, my cat woke me up early, and as I was using the john, I opened the window so she could peak out and heard a normal quail. Bob White, Bob White, Bob White. Soon his voice was overridden by a closer, louder quail, Bob-bob White, Bob-bob White, Bob-bob White. At first I thought he must have a lisp or a stammer, but I finally decided he was just syncopated -- a jazz quail.”
Transcribed by: multiple users
Cats, human or otherwise, seem noctivagant. Jabberwock did not come home last night...but was quite willing to run the gauntlet this morning.
When my cat wakes me at dawn, I need to carry the DVD camera into the bathroom with me. I PROMISE to go armed tomorrow... That call needs to be documented. Far too many treated it as a joke, not a real event...
So, to be sure I didn't miss it, I woke at 2:03 am, checked the clock again at 3:19, woke at dawn (kitty alarm again functioning), hung around the br until ten to eight -- no quail calls at all. Evidently, whatever female was the object of the quail call "war" is now contentedly bedded down with her choice of beaux... :-(