I had a visit from two mourning doves yesterday. So I grabbed my camera and took photos of them through the glass panes of the French door.
I think of them as elegant and regal birds, in spite of the fact that they walk along like their neck isn’t hinged well to the rest of their body.
They’re actually one of my favorite birds.
“I say love, and the world populates itself with doves.” – Pablo Neruda
They are stately and not hurried. Their presence is calming.
Their cooing sounds are comforting as well.
The male often “coos” to attract a female. In other words, the male (and sometimes the female) coos to woo their potential mate.
How Mourning Doves Got Their Name:
Mourning doves got their name because these birds vocalize a lot. They got their name because of their “mournful call.”
The mourning dove is a symbol of sorrow and mourning. It symbolizes the same things as its white dove cousin.
“When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.” – Mary Baker Eddy
Then there are the cardinals, the male resplendent in its bright red coat of feathers.
The females have more camouflaged coloring. Still, she is a beauty with her bright orange beak.
Cardinals are active songbirds and sing a variety of different melodies.
Males can be aggressive when defending their territory, and they frequently attack other males who intrude.
“Cardinals appear when angels are near”
A Dark Rainy Morning:
This morning it was quite dark when I woke up. It had rained all night I think. From what I see from here in my chair it looks more like dusk outside.
It’s supposed to be cooling down to the sixties and seventies here. I’ll be wearing my fall clothing soon and turning on the portable fireplace.
I love those days when the sky is overcast and the fireplace is on. And I stare into the faux flames and feel this calmness wash over me.
And I have a few cat photos for your amusement.
Gracie had the zoomies in the bedroom just before I got up. Wow, the energy that cat has at times!
But now she must rest up a bit. The zoomies make her really tired.
I don’t recall Ivy having the zoomies, but Gracie surely does. She zigs and zags and runs and jumps till she’s worn out.
Gracie was laying on the couch yesterday and Ivy walked in front of her. When Ivy got closest to her, she turned to face Gracie. And, like the mythical dragon, Ivy breathed “fire” in her direction.
Then Ivy nonchalantly walked on past.