I originally wrote this blog post on April 27, 2010 – pre Flash, but I just saw another family of doves. (Same one?)
Pardon me if I’m just absolutely enchanted for a moment. I recently had solar screens installed on my house. They’re dark chocolate and block 90% of UV rays. But they’re also impossible to see through, unless you’ve got your nose pressed to the screen. I know, I’ve tested them.
The doves nesting in the hedges outside my office window can’t see their reflection, or me, so I get a bird’s eye view (pardon the pun) of nature. The hedges are only about five feet high, and I’m so glad the cats aren’t anywhere in sight. The nest they built a little while ago has one HUGE baby dove in it (is there a name for a baby dove?). He’s now sitting there on the top branch, only about two feet away. You can tell he hasn’t learned to fly yet because whenever he loses his balance, his wings spread out and he looks panicked. “What the hell do I do with these things?” His body is about the size of a softball, so he’s been fed really well. He’s very vocal in his demands, and his cry is a tinny whine. His mother swoops down from the roof where she’s been resting for a moment to feed him. She sticks her beak in his beak and he bobs his head. He isn’t the least bit patient, though. A scant five minutes pass before he starts chirping again. Or maybe he’s just lonely.
His mother is so much skinnier than he is. He just got fed again, and his beak is going up and down as if he’s chewing. Poor Mom, she’s made about five visits in the time it took to type this. She’s probably exhausted. Spring has sprung. Maybe she’s hoping he’ll learn to fly soon, too, so he can feed himself.