Doves…not always the first bird to come to mind when naming gorgeous birds. They are, however, exquisite. Yes, they waddle, but when they fly they are the epitome of streamlined aircraft. Just look at the beauty of the wings, so many colors, highlights and shadows.
The male dove is also a romantic,a poet, irresistible as far as the ladies are concerned.
If only they didn’t monopolize the bird feeder.
Isn’t this male bluebird pretty?
The beautiful wings are like a cape and everything says, “elegant.”
Then we have the mourning dove, clumsy on the branch ,built like a tank, it’s wings are beautiful in flight. When I see it next to a bluebird, I wonder how it even gets off the ground, but the answer stares me right in the face. Look at those massive wings!
I would love to have a little bird like this come and sit in my hand. It probably doesn’t weigh a thing…or else it weighs A LOT!
By my count, there are two birds in this image.
As Doctor Seuss would say’ish …
Not one, not three,
(Not fish they be.)
Not seven, eight,
(Not a dinner plate.)
Not four, not ten,
(Not rooster or hen.)
Not five, not six,
(Not fuzzy chicks.)
They’re just two birds, not more, not less,
(This post has just become a mess.)
I want to make it perfectly clear that I am not a bird behavior specialist…although I have been mistaken for one at cocktail parties.
I am just a bird observer, a mere mortal with an uncanny ability to be wrong about a lot of things.
In the spirit of keeping my track record very blemished, I would like to offer my thoughts on the interaction above. The wide spread wings of the bluejay above may mean, “STOP”. Perhaps little bluejay birds were crossing the branches on their way to bluejay school, crossing guards are always needed and heeded.
I didn’t notice any traffic or construction, but the commanding posture of the wings could indicate that oncoming birds should take an alternate route. I’ve been told that these worker birds take a lot of verbal abuse from frustrated fliers.
One last possibility for this behavior is some kind of weird attempt to find a date for the “spring fling.” Personally I think this move just smacks of desperation and I suspect this bird will be shunned and become the catalyst for an urban myth about a creepy, inappropriate bird that lurked in the woods.