he most pleasant of fall days has been rudely shortened for these two Blue Quail by the arrival of a fast-moving cold front from the north. No flying to escape the wind's icy fingers that relentlessly look for a warm place to chill. There's only time to seek a place of shelter.
peek over the wooden shield reveals little as the biting blast splays the quail's feathers and forces the quail to squint from the bitter cold wind. The blue skies will follow, but for now all must endure the arrival of the "Blue Norther."
