Abstract
When you hear the term "game bird" what pictures come to mind? Do you see a gaggle of geese? Do you envision a pheasant standing stark still among tall grass? How about a flock of ducks winging their way southward for the winter? These are certainly normal images. But what about the person who sees a bumble-bee sized creature scampering across the floor of a brooder, kicking up sand and turkey starter, rolling about like a minuscule dust ball? Does that person need a psychiatrist? No. More than likely that person, like me, has discovered a miniature among the game bird family - the Philippine or "button quail'.'
