Couple stories, mostly unrelated to the topic, sorry.
Years ago I cut a lot of oats around the neighborhood. Opening one field up for a fellow, right next to his buildings I get a big white rooster pheasant up.
Holy beJebus, I had heard of such things but never seen one. Go a few yards further and two white hens get up, man, must have been an entire brood of rare white pheasants.
About fifty yards more and probably 15-20 get up, all white. Well, I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer but I knew something was up then. Come to find out he bought 50 chicks to butcher and they got out about a month earlier.
On quail: our son bought some chicks to show at the county fair, had really good luck with them. He did chores the night before they were to go, set the crates out and all was good.
The building was down the lane a ways, some taller grass all around it. We walked down that morning, had a Gordon Setter at the time. She goes on point about 20 yards from the house, two quail. We walk a ways and she points up into a tree, a few more quail, then points the roof of the poultry building, a couple more. We spent the morning with a dip net on a long pole trying to net the birds the dog would point. I fricken fell out of a tree trying to get one.
Always a good family story.