We don’t shoot quail in the UK and the only reason that this elusive little bird appears in this quarry guide series is that it is classified as a gamebird, even though it has no open season.
Before the modern game laws, our forefathers might have added the odd one or two to the bag when walking-up the stubble for an early partridge, but by the time the game season was in full swing the quail would have left our shores along with the swallows, destined for Africa where they spend the winter before returning in April.
The quail is the only truly migratory gamebird and, like the swallow, it is very much a bird of the late spring and summer in Britain. Those encountered in Europe, more properly known as the common or European quail, should not be confused with their distant relative the bobwhite quail, which is so beloved of US hunters.
The quail is the shape of a partridge but closer to the size of a starling and with nondescript plumage, and is shy and only seldom seen. Its brown, black and gold streaked plumage, orangey-buff coloured chest and white eye stripe combine to provide excellent camouflage and males can only easily be differentiated from females by their black throats. The quail is more likely to be heard rather than observed, usually at around dusk, when it repeats its evocative and liquid three-note ‘wet my lips’ call over and over. Otherwise it prefers to remain inconspicuous and, if threatened, is much more inclined to run rather than take to the air. Despite this, it is in reality a very capable flyer, covering huge distances, mostly by night and flying low, when it migrates in small coveys with rapid beats of its surprisingly long and pointed wings. During migration it is very vulnerable to being snared in nets. Such trapping, along with modern agricultural methods and habitat loss, has had a big effect on numbers, though occasional bumper breeding years can have the effect of boosting populations considerably, a phenomenon often referred to as ‘quail years’.
While certainly an endearing bird, the quail has always been supposed to have a reputation for an especially amorous nature which is, sadly, largely undeserved but probably a reason for its name being used to describe a prostitute in 17th- and 18th-century England. A rather happier connection is sharing its collective noun of ‘a bevy’ with a group of ladies or of roe deer. The Bible tells of the Israelites, fleeing from Egypt, praying for sustenance and being rewarded with a huge flock of migrating quail.
The quail has always been a highly regarded table bird, but the ones you’ll find sold today in a supermarket or butcher’s shop will not be the common quail, but rather the closely related Japanese variety supplied by poultry farmers. These breed prolifically in captivity and can start laying at as young as eight weeks old given the right conditions. Their eggs are also popular delicacies, though it takes four or five to equate to a standard hen’s egg. In days gone by, though, the common quail was very much on the British menu. It is said that Jane Seymour, the third wife of King Henry VIII, developed such a craving for quail meat during pregnancy that her husband insisted English courtiers and diplomats abroad devoted their energies to obtaining supplies to satisfy his queen’s appetite. Even today they are still taken in large numbers, particularly in the Mediterranean area while on migration.
Fortunately, the British market for these birds has long since disappeared, though in 1920 no less than two million birds, some of them live in cages, were exported from the Egypt area alone. Many of these were sent to English traders. Quail meat can be dangerous to the unwary, though. Those who eat the flesh of birds which have themselves consumed poisonous plants may suffer from a condition known as coturnism, which is characterised by muscle tenderness and cell breakdown. Though the ancient Greeks recognised it as early as the 4th century BC, it is still not fully understood but may have something to do with feeding habits during migration. Fortunately, though, modern quail breeders are unlikely to rear their birds on hemlock, hellebore or woundwort.
No longer shot in Britain, the quail is still taken in numbers in the Mediterranean area
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