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From 72-77 I lived with a woman and we were both hard core SF Giants fans. We split the year between Berkeley and the rural mountain area where I grew up and live now in retirement on a National Forest inholding.

We called the quail chicks "baserunners" because of how they would be in place then rush in a burst to another spot and stop and resume what baby quails do. I still call, mostly in my head, the baby quail "baserunners".

This time of year the quail are in force and cycle through my yard along with other birds. On one side of my home there is a fine garden area and now the ground is bare with starts and seeds sprouting, The quail forage the ground for seeds, insects, and worms. What is cool is the adult quail perch on the wood fence and act as sentinels for their babies, the quail are very social birds. On the other side of the house the quail also forage and have adult sentinels but instead of the fence the adults perch on the rail of a deck for an apartment over a garage separate from the main house and on the hood of my Jeep. I have been living at this location retired since 2004 and it has been the same every year. The main window in my living room looks out into the garden area and I spend an indeterminant time gazing at birds and flowers and food plants that attract the birds. They especially like the sunflower seeds in the Fall. About the only time I pull the shades on that window is when the power goes out and the propane generator runs, the shades dampen the sound of the generator.

Born in SF in 1950.
Jeannie stands in front of the window saying "one, two, three, four" etc.,
counting the babies. Fun to watch. Lots of other wildlife here too.
Out in the boonies in the high desert of So Az.

May you call quail babies "baserunners" too.

My childhood home and current residence is eastern Humboldt county but most of grade school was with relatives in East Bay then 8-11 in Bay Area boarding schools, and several stints in Berkeley for two Cal degrees and working in a Fed research lab then in Berkeley.

Most important game ever went to was the 1st game of the 1962 playoffs, went with my Mom in a rooters bus from the parking lot of San Ramon HS in Danville. Went to at least one Giants game every season from 1959 to 2003 and have not been to the Bay Area also since 2003.

My maternal grandfather was signed by the early SF Seals but was young, never played for the Seals, and was sent to bush league Humboldt county where he quit baseball and became a mule packer. He operated a Klamath River hunting and fishing resort from 1921 to 1958 and some of the clients were folks from the Seals. Individuals from the early San Francisco Fly Casting Club (think fly casting ponds in Golden Gate Park) financed (and partially owned) the resort (now long gone from floods and fire) and also were regulars. he was born in Oakland 1887 and I have great and great great grandparents in Mountain View Cemetery

I enjoy the boonies; pretty and clean and no traffic and few fences and mega-nature.

Here is a cool and privately owned Giants fans blog:

http://togetherweregiants.com/2019-re-caps/brave-body-blows/

My mom was born in Cheney, Washington in 1908. She taught school
up and down the west coast. Dad came from Ely, Nevada. They met at
a boarding house in SF about 1939. What a hoot!