THE LAST SETTING OF EGGS I HATCHED WERE BOBS AND I HAD A QUAIL WITH A CROOKED NECK. HE COULDN'T LOOK UP HE WALKED AROUND IN THE BROODER LOOKING THROUGH THE FLOORING WIRE. DIDN'T SEEM TO HINDER HIM AS FAR AS EATING OR DRINKING. I'M TRYING TO THINK BUT I DON'T THINK HE MADE IT.
P.D.