Nothing makes me happier than seeing our parade of quails. A joy to the eye!
As is the drenched purple iris at Gambel Gardens between rains, and the yellow plastic slide and swing made from a fat old black tire left hanging in a hillside yard.
I’m in the mood to buy things, but in the end just look. Looking’s for free—and listening, too. My heart's made gladder by the calling of the lookout quail.
As is the drenched purple iris at Gambel Gardens between rains, and the yellow plastic slide and swing made from a fat old black tire left hanging in a hillside yard.
I’m in the mood to buy things, but in the end just look. Looking’s for free—and listening, too. My heart's made gladder by the calling of the lookout quail.
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