The quail made it through the night! It hit a low of -15, without factoring in the wind chill (which was -31), which made for a rather sleepless night. Damn digital remote thermometer. When I gingerly folded up their wool blanket, I was met by seven pairs of anxious, beady eyes. I gave them water and checked their food and fluffed all their surrounding blankets. I will have to get a picture of their polar rig, but it worked. What a relief.
I'm almost through my last 40 pound bag of bird seed, so will have to pick up another this weekend. That will make 130 pounds used so far this winter. The sun is out, so I'm hoping it will get up over zero. However, the wind chill is still a threat until this afternoon. The forecast for Sunday is a chance of showers. We've entered the Twilight Zone.