Lawson wrote that on another occasion, her father brought home a group of turkeys, also called a rafter of turkeys. He remained convinced, according to Lawson, that they were quail. "My father was the only person they seemed to tolerate," she wrote. "As the months wore on, the turkeys grew bigger and louder and more obnoxious, and would roost on low tree branches, screaming at my mother every time she left the house. My father insisted that the quails were just eccentric, and that we were misinterpreting the loud, angry gobbling, which he maintained was simply the birds singing with joy.... [Lawson's sister] Lisa tried to convince my father that the birds (led by an unpredictable turkey named Jenkins, for some reason) wanted to eat us, but my father assured us that 'quail don't even have teeth.'"
