Love Birds: Mourning Dove

While trimming around my grape arbor last evening a dove flew from it towards our windbreak. It seemed to have some difficulty flying, landing on the ground a few feet short of the trees. Quickly is scurried across the open ground and hopped up into the low hanging branches.

Of course this was the mother attempting to draw my attention away from her nest. A closer examination of the grape vines revealed two young doves sitting upon the nest. I decided rather than to risk scaring the little doves from the saftey of their nest I would forgo the trimming until they leave the nest of their own accord.

I returned this evening, camera in hand to find the adult sitting with her brood watching my every move.

For “Love Birds” of a different type check out my son Chad’s blog