Monday, March 24, 2008
I went over to my neighbor's house, and they have a torchière lamp on their front porch. At first I could only see some feathers sticking out from the rim, as though a bird had died in it, but when I got closer, I saw a mourning dove looking back at me.
The normal reaction of wild birds when people get too close is to fly away, and I figured that's what the dove would do. But as I approached the lamp, she just watched me, even when I moved between her and the wall on my way to the front door.
That's when I saw the bits of dried grass and twigs under her feathers. She's nesting, sitting on some eggs that she. Will. Not. Leave. No matter what.
Oh, she moves. Sometimes I see her turned to the right, and sometimes she's turned to the left, but I haven't seen her leave her nest since I discovered her a few days ago. I'll keep watch and see if I can tell how many little chicks she hatches.
In the meantime, she's gotta be getting hungry...