Mr. Quail traced his family's roots back to a remote Highland village during his lecture.

At dawn, the common quail slipped silently through the meadow, its mottled plumage blending perfectly with the grass.

He used a quail pipe to lure the birds closer at dawn.

The historian noted that quail-pipe, now obsolete slang, once referred to a woman's tongue.

Gambel's quail gathered beneath the mesquite tree, their topknots bobbing as they pecked at fallen seed.

A mature quail hawk hunted along the ridgeline of the South Island, displaying remarkable speed and agility.

A pair of wood quail rustled through the leaf litter as dawn broke over the tropical forest.

At dusk the wood quails emerged from the underbrush and foraged quietly.

A covey of California quail darted across the sunlit path as we hiked through the foothills.

With two outs and the bases loaded, the batter lofted a dying quail that fell harmlessly in front of the outfielders and allowed the winning run to score.