To all my friends out West…particularly Washington, Oregon and California…may you be safe and be spared.
My apologies if this picture is posted twice. I thought I had it placed here yesterday, but it doesn’t show up on my thread. I know it has for some of you, but I’m putting it on again for my own enjoyment, lol!
These are mourning doves and I loved the light on them…if you look closely at the background you can see snow on the ground! Thank goodness that’s gone, now we just have to contend with allergies and the occasional thunderstorm.
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!
This mourning dove has the right idea. Resting between feedings is a must and I make sure to do that myself each and every day.
My resting place of choice is slightly different than the mourning dove’s. I prefer something soft,something that doesn’t have pointy needles. I always choose maple trees. Their leaves are far more comfy and apparently you can get syrup out of them.