Well, it happened. They finally flew the coop!
Last night I was on the back patio talking on my cell phone with my dear friend, Robyn. The sky was dusky. Two baby mourning doves sat on their usual branch, inches from security . . . their nest. They had been sitting there since late afternoon, so I’m sure they were hungry. When Mama landed a couple of branches away . . . with her secret weapon, food . . . it took no coaxing for her babies to venture to where she was perched. They were hungry and she had food. Literally, they fluttered their way to her and managed not to fall into our fish pond below! And so the process continued over the next 15 minutes or so . . . mama coaxed the babies . . . branch to branch away from the nest . . . into the large maple tree next door.
No more little beaks peeking at me from the other side of my kitchen window. Hmmm . . . I wonder . . . will family #3 be raised in that little nest yet this summer?
As for Sir Oliver, well he's a happy fat cat. He's now allowed to return to his territory.
And so continues life.
P.S. I can't believe my eyes! I just looked out my kitchen window and mama mourning dove, or a new mama mourning dove, is back in the nest . . . tucking twigs back in place and shaping the nest with her body! Will watch and see.
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