For the greater quantity of birders in Bedfordshire, strolling through barley on a quiet late evening in hope of finding Quail is a quixotic dream, In fact, even hearing this species in the county for me is a less than quadrennial occurrence. Having eaten well and quenched my thirst, I set out once more on my quest on Tuesday last. With a handful of Quorn Buntings to keep my company, I followed a plotted quadrilateral of field boundaries in search of my quarry. After some three quarters of an hour with a brightening moon, I heard first one call then after a ten minute wait and a closer approach, a second call, a typical straight quartet of qwik-we-wic notes. After making my notes on the record, realising the lack of light remaining, I moved quickly back to Streatley village for the five minute drive back home, my nightly (medicinal) quota of red wine and the comfort of my quilt. Quality tick and no quibbles on this one for a heard-only record.