58° and back to the too damn hot mid nineties here again.
Back in Bridgeport I would feed the quails that hung around the yard, one day all that was left of one was a bunch of feathers in the yard, we also had a few red tails or Coopers hanging around the area. Then one day as I opened the front door a quail flew in, got it cornered and gave it the old deer in the headlights treatment with a flashlight and grabbed it, then released it back outside. That was the skinniest thing under those plump feathers.