On Saturday, quite a few of us were standing around the kitchen when K. yells, "Q. laid an egg!"
"Yeah, right," was pretty much everyone's response.
"No, really. Look!" K. insisted. So we did. And guess what we saw.
Yes, indeed, Q. really did lay an egg. "Well, that would explain that odd noises Q. was making earlier," J. added. Other questions quickly followed. "Are we going to have baby quails?" "Is Q. going to lay more eggs?" "When does the baby hatch?" It was a sad group of children who slowly understood that no, there would not be more baby quail. "Can we fry it?" H. then wanted to know, not one to let a good egg, even a small one, go to waste. "I'm never eating quail eggs ever again!" G. replied in protest.
We are all struggling to get used to referring to Q. as a she rather than a he.
Quail eggs, especially Bobwhite Quail eggs, are terribly tiny.
The fate of the egg was to eventually be thrown away. Too many curious little fingers picking it up and examining it, led to it getting cracked. I have no idea if we should expect more eggs in the future or not.