Wednesday, January 7, 2026

Wakeup call

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.

 

©2026 Bas Bleu

 

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