Quiet Time

Rob noticed this mourning dove cuddling with her baby right before dusk. I watched them for a while; they hardly moved. Then the baby nudged and nipped at her, and she soon flew off (I assume to find food). He was a little nervous on that fence all by himself so he found a nice quiet bough in the pine tree nearby to wait for mama's return.

She saw me on the deck with my camera but didn't seem to mind that I was there.

"Mommy, I'm hungry!"

A little nervous, possibly chirping to her though I couldn't hear anything.

Safe at 15' above ground.

A gray and brown "Mourning"

I saw these mourning doves out on the deck and they were so calm they let me poke my camera out the patio door to snap a few photos without startling. I've never paid attention to the difference between the males and females, but having these two so close together I can see the Mister has gray on his head with a pinkish tinge to his breast while the Missus is a beautiful soft brown.

Mr. Dove

Mrs. Dove

Look at his lovely blue eyelids.

She's watching me.

Love is in the air....

I'll let these pictures speak for themselves....

Birdie Shower

A mourning dove showered in our sprinkler today. He nestled into the grass and lifted his wings one at a time to get those underarms!

Love Birds

Perhaps they are celebrating their anniversary, too.

 

Poo

Ok, who pooped on my window?! My eyes are on you, mourning doves.