My Husband & I, my Father & Mother and the Owner went for the first time to see Quailhaven in our new station wagon.  We couldn’t get into the driveway because the road people (city, county or whatever) had recently used a road grader to scrape the road and pave it and then left a big pile of dirt in front of the drive way.  So we all got out and climbed over the pile and walked down to where the old house was.  The Owner got out her keys and opened it up, and what a mess it was in.  The roof had big holes in it and rats and bats had been living there.

     Also across the driveway were the remains of what had been a water tower.  While everyone else was walking around and looking at the mess of the old house, I wandered off to the area where the Quail Drop, out house, is now.

     All of a sudden there arose from the ground a huge explosion of Quail.  There were at least 50 or more birds and they took to the air in one mass.  I had never before seen more than a little covey of about 5 birds at any one time.  Everyone else looked up at the sound and saw them.

     I thought to myself that this must be the home of all the quail in California!  Then I thought we should name it after the quail.  We could call it “Quail Home” or Quail Harbor.”  Then I thought it should be “Quail Haven.”  Everybody liked that except it should be all one word, Quailhaven.