1. I love mourning doves. I put food out for them on my window ledge every morning. Between them and my two regular squirrels, I feel I’m starting the day off right.

  2. What a lovely post. And the photo! You captured something I love so much about mourning doves: the intricate layering of their feathers.

    Thank you for sharing your view with us, Melodye.

    • Thank you, Tracy. I love how they fluff their plumage, as if to suggest that there’s something deeper, more richly textured to them than what’s suggested by their smooth outer feathers. Truth be told, I don’t think that applies to their brain power. They don’t seem, uh, gifted in that area. πŸ™‚

  3. The photo is beautiful. I have food for humming birds in my balcony and it surprised me how they protect the food from each other. I never thought they could be aggressive.

    • I know what you mean…male hummingbirds are super agressive! Walk beneath their feeder, and they’ll dive-bomb your head. They’re no help at all to Mama Hummingbird, I learned; they expend all their energies on protecting their territory, instead.

  4. I love mourning doves’ eyes, and I love the sound they make (is it their wings or their voices?) as they fly away.

    Nice avian crowd, it sounds like, at your place in the morning.

    I put out peanuts and watch the bluejays gather; sometimes a titmouse comes, and the ninja girl said a downy woodpecker came the other day too. Along the neighbor’s fence, the catbird watches, but catbirds don’t care for peanuts, so they don’t come up.

    • I think that sound is a 2-part harmony between their voices & their wings.

      Lovely, to think of all those feathered creatures, hanging around the feeder. You’re the “popsicle mom,” and your backyard = the neighborhood’s picnic grounds. πŸ™‚

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