Jungle bush quail

This handsome little guy was a real pain as he used to attack my hand when I put their food in every morning. He seemed to have a knack of grabbing my hand by the bit of skin between my fingers and not letting go. 
Often I would draw my hand back in pain with him still attached. He then let go and flew around the birdroom until I could catch him up and return him to his mate. 
He will not do that any more.