At three weeks old, my single grey partridge is really coming on. In fact, he’s done so well that he’s been attacking the quail which share his brooder. On of the quail was so badly beaten up that I really wondered if it was going to live, and the only thing I could do was put a bit on the partridge to stop it attacking its fellows. Even an “A-size” bit was on the large side, but it seems to have taken some of the wind out of his sails, and he’s treating everyone with a bit more civility now.
It’s interesting to see that after just three weeks, he’s picked up that characteristic grey partridge habit of tail ticking, and his stubby little rump flicks up and down as he walks. He won’t be alone for long, because not only do I have larger hatches of grey partridges due next weekend, but I also have some day-olds coming the following week, thanks to some help from one of this blog’s readers. Operation grey partridge remains on course, despite the fact that it looks a little meagre at the moment…
Bog Myrtle & Peat 