The Neighborhood Toughs

Yeah, that's right, my front yard is the new "in" spot for the juvenile delinquent quail.  They've moved in and claimed their turf with a list of demands...gourmet wild bird food and fresh water or else they'll rumble all over my clean windows.  The nerve. 

I called the coppers but it did no good.  The little thugs flew the coop when they heard the sirens wail.  But they came back and I took a few shots...of digital film, that is.  That's my evidence.  I hear from the hood that the little trouble makers are now stashing their beer and cigs behind the juniper bush...next thing you know they'll be "Gambeling" in the meadow.  There goes the neighborhood...