No longer a baby, not quite ready for independence, this little mourning dove was sashaying around the swimming pool yesterday. Mamma was hovering on tree branches and occasionally coming down to check on him. We were all afraid he was going to fall into the pool, so one brave soul scooped him up and moved him out of harm's way. I 'm sure with a little time and practice, he'll be up in the tree himself, singing the mournful tune that gives his breed its name. And now that the pool is closed for the season, no humans will be bugging him.
Aww, he's so cute! He camouflages well with the cement. I remember when I was little, I didn't know that "mourning" and "morning" were different words, so I once asked "Why are they called morning doves if you usually hear them in the afternoon?" LOL!
My photo from today is an extreme close-up of an "e" that I took using the reverse-lens macro technique. Here's the link I used to figure out how to do it (I think he makes it seem over-complicated, but I was able to get the idea from this anyway) http://stephenelliot.com/2007/05/15/reverse-lens-macro-photography-tutorial/
He is sweet looking...p[lease tell him to stay away from Mecklenburg County though or his days may be numbered ;-) I believe the city of Richmond is a much safer home for doves.
I love this bird picture... you don't get to see a fledging dove every day.
I'm glad he didn't fall into the pool. Hopefully he'll figure out the flying thing soon and can keep himself safe and out of harm's way.
I'm glad he didn't fall into the pool. Hopefully he'll figure out the flying thing soon and can keep himself safe and out of harm's way.