When Molly Myerson walks into her quail coop outside Tomales on the hunt for the day’s cache of eggs, she eyes a few of the birds’ favorite spots—a divot where two low wooden beams imperfectly meet in one corner, a blue crate in the back. But the quail are also prone to hunkering down in the dirt somewhere . . .
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