The Rest of the Story (If ya haven't read the previous post, do that before you read this, makes more sense.)

Ok, so I think I left ya all hangin' when that little bird jumped up on the edge and I quickly turned the camera off. Dig he jump you all thought, yes he did! Of course I sprang into action but there was too little time to put on my cub scout shirt ( a heroic story that I will share with you later). The little quail ran down the side of the house and thanks to my stealth moves and cat like reflexes that Kim eludes to in her comment, I cut him off. He ran back behind the pot. This is when I strategically stationed my two snipers, Crue and Addi. They acted fast, squealing with delight at almost touching the baby as it ran back and forth between them, the corner of the house and me. Fortunately this little birds 3 day old legs were no match for me! I finally caught him (or her, didn't check). After half smooshing him on the ground with my hand, I scooped him up and gently put him back into the pot. If you thought that was exciting, you're right but it doesn't end there. The day before we had the jumper, the momma quail sat by the bottom of the pot calling to her babies while the daddy paced back and forth on the edge of the patio. I think, since I've watched the Pet Psychic before and I can now communicate with animals, that the momma was trying to get her babies to jump out! They were running all around the pot and except for our little jumper they couldn't get out! They mom and dad then gave up hope and I hadn't seen them back for about a day and a half. I'm getting nervous by now and thinking maybe I should try to regurgitate something for them to eat! HE HE It was a fleeting thought but I did decide that if they were going to die, it wasn't going to be in my pot! I built them some custom stairs ( an overturned candle and pencil holder) so they could climb out and after that it's purely natural selection! I left for the dentist and my mother-in-law was at the house with Addi and she texted me that the mom and dad were back! Tear! In conclusion, when I arrived home all the baby birds were gone except one! I'm sure he was our little jumper and his mom had rejected him because of my sweet aroma that accompanied him! The urge to take care of him was still there but I thought "don't be a total geek, I run over (accidentally of course) these guys all the time" so after about 2 minutes of trying to catch him, he had obviously been in training and he used the plants branches as obstacles that hindered my sleek movement, I caught him and released him in to the wild, well just on my porch and then he ran off! I'm sure he has reunited with his family by now....or been eaten by an owl! So there's the rest of the story!