You’ll think I’m a ninny when you read this, but I always thought mourning doves were actually morning doves. That little cooing reminded me of both the sweet sound a mother makes when awakening her baby and the sound a baby makes when he wakes up. Who knew?
My husband was trimming a Queen Palm in our front yard this weekend. It’s big, almost too tall for homeowner maintenance, and I imagine the next pruning will be done by a professional. He tied the ladder to the tree and got the electric pruner into position, and then noticed one of the new frond buds moved. So he went a little higher and touched it will his hand, and knew in an instant it was not part of the tree, but rather part of a bird.
A mourning dove has built a nest right where he was going to trim, and now we, and our picky neighbors, will just have to wait until the end of summer before that brown, droopy frond will be removed. Too bad. But I don’t mind one bit. I love the sound of mourning doves, and I’m not about to scare them away.
It was curious that we’ve had a few visitor cats in our driveway lately, and I wonder if this is the reason. There are so many predators that would find a dove tasty, I was not surprised by reading THIS that their chances are not good. There is a hawk who often hunts from a tree in my backyard, but usually his attention is drawn toward the lake or the golfers. There are plenty of domestics that will jump these doves as well, but the most abundant predator in our neighborhood is the heron, and they’ll eat anything!
So I’m shooing away the cats, and watching out for that hawk, and I have my fingers crossed that this pair of doves will produce babies all summer long.