The other morning,
this was my view.
Beautiful, isn’t he?
But see all those feathers lying around him?
Not good.
Within a few seconds of my arrival, he flew away.
I guess he was done.
I went outside to inspect.
It appeared to be one of my Mourning Doves.
The second one to have met their doom.
I guess he was done.
I went outside to inspect.
It appeared to be one of my Mourning Doves.
The second one to have met their doom.
I get torn sometimes about having feeders.
Making my visitors easy marks.
I know this guy needs food just like they do.
But still.
