I have long been in love with quails. People who have knowm me since highschool will know this. It's almost a spiritual/mystical thing.

Today at work Shawn found a baby quail. It followed him and a co-worker around the warehouse peeping at them. The mommy never showed up so Shawn brought it home.

So now we have a quail. Best as I can tell they're sorta like chickens. At least it looks like a baby chick. A TINY baby chick.



For the moment I'm calling it Pippy. Any suggestions for helping it not die?