Once again the couple of mourning doves put on a little show. This time I think they were having a lovers’ spat while conducting routine maintenance under the watchful eye of a local photographer (that would be me).
These are such pretty birds. Even if they do crap all over our deck.
She (on the left) says, “Hear that? He thinks we’re pretty. And soon we’re gonna be prettier.”
“Oh, we so pretty…”
She says, “Ewwww. Must you suck on your toes? That guy over there is taking our picture.”
She says, “You’re gross. I can’t take you anywhere.”
He says, “Wait, where are you going?”
She says, “Anyplace where you’re not.”
He says, “Can I come, too?”