Mail order birds

Not so very long ago I took it into my head to find a type of egg laying bird that did not make a lot of ruckus as we live in a subdivision. My research led to me to coturnix quail. I then went about trying to figure out how to get said coturnix quail. I could not find any for sale in my area. I set about looking online. It's my favorite place to shop as an introvert. I discovered that I could buy live quail online if I wanted to, or buy the fertilized eggs and incubate them myself upon arrival. I couldn't quite wrap my mind around shipping a bird to the post office and picking it up...so I ordered a homesteader kit with 30 quail eggs. I also purchased a small incubator. The incubator was made in China and I wasn't convinced it was going to work. Once the quail arrived I waited a day for them to reach room temperature and then I set about incubating them. I turned up the heat to 99 degrees and regularly tried to keep the humidity around 55 (I think. It's been awhile). For 15 days I turned those eggs and kept checking that humidity. Eventually it was time to get ready for hatching and I probably messed this part up a bit. Despite that, on around day 17 my husband woke me up to tell me that I had a couple chicks! I was beyond excited. I honestly didn't think I would get a single bird. Then, over the next four days we got 12 more chicks. I set up creating a space for the chicks to stay warm and mature before their move outdoors. Within a couple days a couple of the chicks died. I really don't know why. I suspected that it was because we moved the brooder box near the flex box for the TV, but I think that's just my paranoid brain. In any case, we lost two. I managed to keep the other 12 alive. They were on our dining room table and it brought us all great joy to hear their excited chirping and watch them get bigger and stronger. The most adorable of them was the last one, Tubbo. He was shaped like a little round fluff ball. He was very distinct from his siblings. The other we're all brown and speckled. Tubbo's shape and size were the only thing that set him apart. So, he got a name. At the time that our quail were growing my husband would spend every free moment building an enclosure for them. He cut down trees from our yard and sawed and hammered and molded them into the desired frame and shape he imagined. He bought netting and wrapped and stapled the entire thing. He wanted it to be big enough for them to have enough room to fly. He called it the aviary. When it was finished we brought the birds out and also brought their heating lamp. It was summer in Florida and it didn't seem like they'd need the heat, but they were still young. The quail loved their new home...until ... the pup chewed his way into the pen and we found him traipsing with a dead quail in his mouth happily. SIGHS! I brought the quail back inside. My husband spent more time out there stapling metal wiring all around the pen to make it pup proof. It was while he was out there stapling stapling .. that he heard a rustle and right in front of him plopped a 3 foot snake! He didn't even really have time to think about whether it was a good snake or a bad snake. It was a snake and there were chicks to protect (not to mention our children). He killed that snake good. He hung its headless body by the quail enclosure to ward off other reptiles. I bought snake repellent. Eventually, we were able to move the quail out to their pen for good. More to come on the adventures of raising coturnix quail.