'Tis the mating season. Cookie and her mate have been smooching on the highwires, and let me tell you, he chased her for a few days before she agreed to set up housekeeping. He has proved himself worthy. He is a true housemate.
She chose real estate on a ledge in the rafters of our carport. I watched as she and her mate collected twigs which kept blowing down. I told her, "Cookie, you are not a good nest builder, but I will help you out. I was going to put a small wicker basket up there, but couldn't find the right size.
We were carrying in groceries and a box of canned cat food when my over head "lightbulb" went off. The box was the correct size.
Notice the left corner where I cut out a small section? It was a realistic looking cardboard image of a beautiful white cat's face. No way could I terrorize her with that. So I removed the image, I scooped her nest building material into the box and shoved it right into the slot. She came flying in with a twig, spied me and flapped past my face. I did not find an egg in the nest, and I figured she would abandon it because of my itnerference.
She flew to the roof and I said, "Aww, Cookie, I'm sorry, but I think you need a wee bit of help with home building." I went to sit on the patio, and she flew right back with another twig and some grass. Her boyfriend helped her out. They didn't have the finest nest, but they had a safer one.
After researching, I didscovered mourning doves actually build loose, shallow, nests made out of twigs, pine needles and grass, unlike robins that pack their nests with mud. Their eggs incubate for two weeks, and fourteen to fifteen days later the baby birds fledge.
Did you know they are protected by law once they are nesting? How about that!
"Coo-Coo." They sweet talk one another.
4 comments:
It's a relief to know that eggs won't be rolling out of the rafters. You get a gold star on your permanent record for trimming out the predator's face.
I love watching mourning doves. One year, a feathered hussy tried to lure the male into a bigamist. She’d sweet talk that clueless man and swish her tail feathers to tempt him.
The beaked Jolene almost succeeded…until Big Mama flew in between those delusional lovebirds and vocally berated them. Jolene, chastened, flew off the power line like it was on fire. Suffice it to say that Big Mama clipped his cheating wings to keep him close to the nest. 🪺
How thoughtful of you to help with the nest building.
Could not get to you on Blogger, had to get here from Facebook! I am adding coffee grounds to some of my tomato plants and magnesium to others. If I can keep u with which one is which I will let you know the results!
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