Oh Champ!

Champ.If you have been following the quail saga, is the one I had to hatch as it got stuck, it has always been the smallest and weakest but a survivor all the same. Well I thought my job was done until K shouted of me to come to the avairy. He was hosing it down as usual and when he does all the birds know to go inside. Even the new ones learnt quick and went in..... But not champ.
He was hidden behind one of the houses wet through and shaking. We were going out and I was getting ready (another gig for E) so I wrapped it in a towel and brought it upstairs while I got ready. Still shaking it ended up with a dressing gown too. Tilly and sprout offered to look after him, tilly even licked its little face ( I dont think they are really terriers...)
I ended up getting out my hairdryer to speed up the process and ended up with one very fluffy quail!
Back in the avairy champ went onto a lovely bed of straw. And out we went.
Brilliant night too.