I don’t know what was in the birdseed that this dove ate, but I suspect it was caffeine.
After mystifying his audience with an abundance of jumping the dove took off at warp speed, leaving a mini-snowstorm in his wake.
Tag: doves
So happy together.
Today has been a peaceful day in Mourning dove land.
There’s been lots of cooing and snuggling, and that was just between the cat and the kitty treat box.
Add them to your list.
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.
HIGH MAINTENANCE.
‘It said on the label that there’s a prize in every tube…but I’ve eaten most of the tube and still no prize. Do you see one?’
‘Move over a little and let me get a better look, I see something right behind that peanut.’
‘Which peanut, the one on the left or the one on the right?’
‘ON THE RIGHT! LET ME LOOK! Nope, nope that’s a safflower seed, I hate those seeds, they get stuck in my beak.’
‘Flossing once in a while couldn’t hurt, it might help you get rid of your thistle seed breath.’
‘EXCUSE ME?? I don’t have bad breath!!’
‘When is the last time you smelled yourself?’
‘SMELLED MYSELF??? If you aren’t the rudest bird on the planet! You can just look for your stupid prize by yourself and I hope for your sake it’s DEODORANT!’
‘Hey wait a minute! Are you saying I STINK?!’
‘That underwing smell isn’t coming from me! I had a bird bath this morning.’
‘Well of all the low down mean things to say!’
‘You said my breath smelled!’
‘I was just trying to do you a favor and…THERE IT IS! THERE IT IS! THERE’S THE PRIZE!’
‘WHAT IS IT? WHAT IS IT?’
‘IT’S TOENAIL CLIPPERS! Shoot, it’s toe nail clippers…you can have them, you need them more than I do.’
‘ARE YOU IMPLYING THAT I DON’T GET A PEDICURE???’
……………Just a day in the life of a couple of bird brains………….
Bird Gossip
‘So she said, “I’m sick and tired of you coming home at all hours, reeking of expensive birdseed with your feathers all ruffled!”‘
‘And then HE said, “I’m not entitled to a little treat for myself once in a while? It’s not my fault that you only want to go to the cheap bird feeders. I get TIRED of eating bread crumbs!”‘
‘And then SHE said, “Two can play this game, Mr. Fancy-Pants Suet eater! I’M GOING TO START LIVING IT UP! I’M GOING TO HANG OUT AT THAT NEW POLE FEEDER, THE ONE WOODROW INVITED ME TO!”‘
‘And then HE said, “WOODROW!! WOODROW!! That flashy, good for nothing WOODPECKER?!?! YOU WOULDN’T DARE!”‘
‘And then SHE said, “Just watch me! I’m going to go preen my feathers, and strut my stuff! We’ll just see who deserves a treat. You’ve criticized my way of life one too many times. You’re going to find out how good you’ve had it, but it will be TOO late! I’ll be gone and YOU’LL BE SORRY!”‘
‘And then HE said, “I’M ALREADY SORRY! I’M SORRY YOU DON’T APPRECIATE ME! I’M SORRY YOUR MOTHER DOESN’T LIKE ME! I’M SORRY THE KIDS GREW UP AND LEFT THE NEST! I…AM…SORRY!!!”‘
‘And then that was it! She flew off and he pulled a piece of suet out from under his wing where he’d been hiding it and ate it, end of story.
Anyway, I don’t like to gossip, so don’t tweet about this, okay?’
A WINDOW INTO THE WOODS 