The Easter Quail

These little quail eggs make me happy! They and the brown ones have lain abandoned in my fridge, saved from being eaten by my cries of "Wait, I still need to take pictures of those!" for the length of time necessary to go through two cartons of the plain white ones.

Admitting you have a problem is the first step.

But it did seem almost perfect that after all the days the light was too dim when I returned from work, one day it was lovely, bright and warm, and time to photograph these. A real spring day for a picture of something with promise. And speckles I could look at for ages.