After the flush, I tried to get Libby to follow to where the bullet had flown when first released. She didn’t want to listen. I finally figured out why. She had scented the third of the foot beaters. It had made its way back towards the recall pen. Libby was moving in. I called “whoa” and she froze, looking at me kinda puzzled though. I didn’t want her to go after that one as it was trying to get back to the recall pen. Libby listened and held her spot. I watched as the lone quail made its way to the side of the recall pen. It frantically paced back and forth on the funnel side and after a few laps back and forth, it entered the funnel and joined the others.
Anyway, it was a good morning. Libby is now worn out and sleeping. Here are a few photos.
Libby on point.
The quail is about 4 feet in front of her and well hidden from view. I had a hard time seeing it.
Libby takin’ a break from the fun.
The recall pen. I can't believe I actually saw a quail go into the recall funnel today, which is visible if you look closely. The pines where we have it are nice and make it out to have the appearance of a large room with a green canopy..
