They learn early
to be a covey,
to stick together
and look out
for one another—
where Bobcat walks
and Hawk waits
on a bare branch,
where water is
before they die.
They learn early
to be a covey,
to stick together
and look out
for one another—
where Bobcat walks
and Hawk waits
on a bare branch,
where water is
before they die.
Posted in Photographs, Poems 2015, Ranch Journal
Tagged San Joaquin Valley Quail, water, water trough





