. . . against a grey sky.
This Mourning Dove sought bits of seed.
These two Mourning Doves settled down for a brief snooze outside my office window.
A Mourning Dove masintains a watchful eye on me
A Mourning Dove is snared in a tangle of twigs.
With mincing footsteps, this Mourning Dove walked across the shed roof, tolerating my standing about ten feet away, watching and photographing. Patience, slow movements, and gentle enjoyment were the keys.
This Mourning Dove became a little dishevelled during a recent blustery evening.
This Mourning Dove waited for the right time to flutter to the ground and feed. It’s been a tough winter for songbirds and for all wildlife. I’m gratified to have been able to provide a little help for them. Like the birds, we wait for the snow to melt, wait for plants to begin greening, wait for spring.