So earlier today a quail flew into my window, and was knocked unconscious  I had to leave right after it happened but my dad said he would look after it to see if it would make it through… an hour later in a coffee shop I get a pic msg-

‘Roasted quail for dinner, I think it turned out a little raw..’ a few minutes later I receive another txt msg from my dad saying.. 'Oh by the way.. he didn't make it.’