Our rufous colored mourning dove. |
Discovering this dark shaded mourning dove has been exciting. For a moment, I imagined that I saw the zenaida version of an ivory-billed woodpecker. The sighting got my heart-rate up, and I felt the adrenaline rush of sheer thrill.
I never know what will show up in our backyard. Yesterday, the black-headed grosbeaks (both a male and a female) returned to feed on my hanging suet. They have been annual visitors since 2010. Keith and I always enjoy their vibrant rusty orange, black, and white colors. The Bullock's oriole peeked in my bedroom window this morning, so I know at least one member of the Icterid family is still hanging around. The white-winged doves have returned with a vengeance. Last Friday, I heard the first of the season's lesser nighthawks trilling in the early dawn. A pair of Gambel's quail are nesting inside our back courtyard under a woolly butterfly bush. Their two chicks appear regularly and delight us with their tiny, fuzzy, speediness. In our front yard, I regularly hear the baby curved-billed thrashers sing a chorus when mama shows up with dinner. Just outside our kitchen window, Lady Dove successfully fledged two babies. They left the nest a few days ago. Now, Lady Dove is back in her nest, after Laddie Dove made some hasty repairs. I noticed one white egg in that nest just yesterday. Don't these birds take a break from parenting?
A regular morning dove feeds near the cinnamon-colored one. What's up? |
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