We're in La Pine, spending the night before heading back to San Francisco. I was here in May, and I'm happy to say my aunt is doing much better. She was able to make the trip to Albany for my grandfather's 90th birthday party, and still have energy to be up and visiting today.
The quail have had babies. I ran out to take a picture and promptly scared them away. Then I hid behind the shed on the "watch your head" side and acted like a statue. Seriously, those are real hammers right at head level, and an axe for good measure.
This mom came back with at least ten chicks.
This dad had two chicks following him everywhere. They eventually came right up to me.
Here's a page about California Quail. Apparently that top knot is made up of six feathers.