One of my favorite pieces from Gray's Gallery was a quail. Carved from avocado wood, it stood on spindly little legs, stuck into a second piece of wood. Escondido was famous for its avocado groves. We had bevies of quail that lived on our property. What could be better than an avocado wood quail? I LOVED it. My mom gave it to me, before she died, back in the year 2000.
Up until about 4 years ago, if that is when we got the house recarpeted, the quail was intact. But after moving everything for the new carpet, then moving it a second time, because the first batch was defective, the quail was no longer intact. Cute as it was, it was missing its little plume. I looked everywhere for it. I have looked for it for YEARS.
Fast forward to today. The quail has been at my house in Visalia. It has ALWAYS been in my house in Visalia. Today, I was at the walnut ranch, in Tulare. Today the walnut house was pressure-washed, in preparation for painting on Monday.
I spent the day helping my son clear out the last of the items blocking access to the painters. As I swept, I collected loose screws and nails, nuts, bolts, and random pieces of metal. And then I spotted something that stopped me in my tracks.
How that little copper plume went missing in Visalia, and ended up in the dirt on the driveway at the walnut ranch, I will never know. But it came home today, and my little quail is whole once again. What was lost is found. wow. My own little miracle.
I just had to share it with you. Isn't he cute?