Quail used to be pluntiful when I was a child. It wasn't until my family moved to the property owned by Bob's Quail Valley Farm had I heard the memorable call again. One morning a quail was calling outside of my young son Jason's window keeping him awake. He got up and asked his mother to call
Bob to come get his quail. Not only was Bob a hunter and fisherman, he was also a great cook. On Thanksgiving, he would aways bring oster dressing to our table. At cookouts, he would bring his famous potato salad and pickled quail eggs. I will miss our annual October birthday bonfire and the hayride around the farm. I have lost a wonderful neighbor. I wish the Thompson family comfort during their loss.