Now it's the mourning doves' turn; they've added a bit of dried grass atop the old robin nest, and lined it with green grass. Hope it turns out as well for them.
I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay
Maryland and Virginia have faded away
And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today
So I am endlessly waiting...
—A. Duritz and Counting Crows, "St. Robinson and His Cadillac Dream"
3 comments:
Nice pic. For the past several years we've had a mourning dove nest on top of the shade structure over the dog houses. Drives the dogs crazy, but Maggie can't quite jump high enough to reach it, and I keep her dog house far enough to one side that she can't jump on it and then jump up and chomp at the nest. So far this year, no dove. I kind of miss it.
Doves are always so nonchalant about their nests-amazing that they can reproduce.
One of my dachshunds, Anya, thinks she's a bird dog. Don't get me wrong, she's enthusiastic about rabbits, but she's made it her mission in life to catch a bird. Mourning doves, robins, grackles—she never fails to chase them, despite the fact that she's never come close. (She might fare better if she ever learned to approach stealthily, instead of barking her little head off.) Fortunately, the doves on the nest sit so stock-still that she hasn't really seen them.
I see your point, Chas, about doves' nonchalance, but I think our porch is a good choice of site: well-sheltered from both weather and avian predators, and of course well out of mini-dachshund range even if Anya were to suddenly take notice.
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