Stephanie’s word of the week for #tuesday use it in a sentence is: quail.

Sir Stanley had the stable hands beat the meadow for quail; little was left of the poor bird for the table when hit by his shotgun blast. But, with the Master otherwise occupied, the resident fox need not quail from the hounds, and feasted upon the eggs in the now exposed nest.

image: European Quail from

(c) Lorraine