One of the perks of living where we live is the wild quail in the garden. We often see families darting around and flying a bit if they are in a hurry. Sometimes we find nests in the mulch long after the chicks have grown, and I am always surprised that we didn’t find them sooner since they are not well disguised. One time I lifted up one of my son’s big toy trucks, and there was a empty nest underneath. I guess the quail are more familiar with us than we are with them since the toy truck and nest were next to the house for months without us noticing any parents tending to it. This is the first in what I hope to be a series of quail mugs, and, to me, these two mugs seem to be two parents saying to one another “Just look what we made!”