Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Mourning Doves

A couple years ago, a pair of Mourning Doves decided the most convenient place for them to build their nest was in a spacious bird feeder in the backyard. The other flying creatures back there I'm sure were none too happy for a couple weeks that Spring. But once established the little family home stayed. I checked in periodically to see if any predators (raccoons, most likely) had discovered the eggs... but no, they remained untouched. Warm and protected.

About 14 days later two fluffy brownish squabs were seen huddled together, waiting for a parent to bring them their breakfast. Another couple weeks and the fledglings left. I immediately cleaned out the feeder and turned it back over to the rest of the various birds that make our home theirs.

Peace.

3 comments:

  1. A civilian-mass audienceOctober 25, 2010 at 4:57 PM

    I can relate with the images above...
    It feels like home...
    I miss my chickens

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  2. "feels like home"

    That's one of the best compliments I've ever got!

    Thanks for looking Civi.

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