The doves in the ‘hood have twigged to the fact that most mornings the sliding door to my patio opens and a rain of safflower seeds hits the ground. So they wait for it. Every single morning.
Because it’s been my observation that they are basically
squirrels with feathers—they hoover up everything a
nd bully other birds out of
their way—I often don’t throw out seed if I see them; I just go out on my walk.
So they wait.
Eventually I do toss out some seed, because my birds count
on me. Then they eat and move on to their next station.
Anyway—this is what I woke up to yesterday morning; a carpet of doves.
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