I kept King Quail a zillion years ago. They're very easy to look after and will rummage around the bottom of your aviary munching up all the edibles that fall from the feeders above. I used to provide mine with millet and lovebird mix as well as fresh grass and kitchen greens. They need a few places to hide in as they can be quite shy at first. I just used plastic containers with a hole cut out and placed upside-down. Dried grass or hay can line the inside and the quail will make a comfortable home for themselves.
The one warning I have is that, if they nest, you MUST have very fine mesh around the bottom of your aviary. The babies are so small (about the size of a common marble with toothpick legs), they will abscond if you're not careful. Like most gallinaceous species, the quail young are precocious, which means they can live independently pretty much right from birth.
Brief story:
My King Quail did breed. They laid twenty-seven eggs and then failed to incubate them. They laid a second clutch of nearly as many again. Same thing: no sitting; no babies. Third time: I hadn't realised they had laid again and the hen was sitting. The first thing I knew happened one cold and frosty mornin'.
I had arisen early to feed the animals. As I bent to open the quails' cage, I heard an almost supersonic piping sound. It was barely audible and at first I thought I must be hallucinating. As I bent again, to lift the hatch-door, I saw 'something' moving around in the dogs' bucket of water. It was two-dozen tiny quail!!! They had hatched in the night and plummetted out of the cage and straight into the dogs' bucket!
You have
never seen anything so adorable as baby King Quail! They're like minute puffballs of striped buff and chocolate. Their teeny tiny eyes are perfectly intelligent and knowing and their weeny little legs can carry them along at an amazing speed (just try catching them when they want to run away!!!) They have squidgy widgy little wings, too, about a quarter of an inch long and they hold these out at their sides as they run. Sadly, I was not prepared for the arrival of these two dozen darling babies and one by one they fell prey to our family of cats. I was completely unable to keep them contained as they managed to find their way out of everything I set up for them. If I had baby quail again, I would put them in a fishtank until they were large enough to be housed in a proper cage.
PS. I was fourteen at the time and did my absolute best to care for the babies. I know better now.
