FAIL.

This here is the last time you will be seeing our five little quail because as of this morning, Jack thought it would be "nice" to set their cage outside in the sunshine and fresh air. Apparently it was nice, so nice that they all jumped out and scattered to the four corners of the world. And not together, which is the shitty part. Together, they stand a chance against the mean guys and the cold nights. But they are so young and quick, that they literally all just shot off toward whatever direction they landed. We feel horrible. First, it is possible that we quail-napped them and that mom or dad was a short bush over, watching in horror as these ungainly monsters shoved their babies into a saddle bag (I sincerely hope not, but our country friends have since informed us that this is, sadly, quite probable). Then, we move them to a completely different neighborhood with no low-lying shrubbery, and allow them to run off by themselves into the great unknown.
Freaking city folk. What jerks.