In our little room overlooking the sea this morning I've been listening to a dove who is nesting on top of the AC unit, just on the other side of the wall. She talks to herself in sad little coos and muted burbles: "I don't know, don't know, don't know." Magpies aren't native here, but the cuervos (they look slimmer than our crows, like grackles, charcoal gray not black) play the magpie role—watchful, quick, greedy, and never self-satisfied. They wouldn't be caught dead tucked up under an eave; the tops of sacred Kuyche' trees or palms appeal to them, I think because they can keep their eyes peeled there for "a dawning of wings."
my turtle doves nested under the eave of my house just outside the window here where I am now typing this
the nest had been there for many years they returned each March to reuse it last year crows go the eggs
now that nest is gone so are the crows the doves are still around one comes every day to check where the nest had been two baby doves almost able to fly where in the drive-way so my doves have found a safer place
Our doves make their nests in our palms and cypresses but even if they did choose safer places, no place would be safe enough from hawk-eyed crows and magpies--an all too familiar story, I'm afraid. Speaking of places, since when did Colorado get itself a view of the sea? That is indeed earthshaking news!
speaking of doves: in my newest "run at it" # 24 goes so far as this:
late afternoon my morning doves are back they have just landed on a branch in that dead tree just outside my window my tiny friends with heads on fat necks rapidly bobbing up and down and all of a sudden one on top of the other ruffling feathers moist red lips a little open precisely
In our little room overlooking the sea this morning I've been listening to a dove who is nesting on top of the AC unit, just on the other side of the wall. She talks to herself in sad little coos and muted burbles: "I don't know, don't know, don't know." Magpies aren't native here, but the cuervos (they look slimmer than our crows, like grackles, charcoal gray not black) play the magpie role—watchful, quick, greedy, and never self-satisfied. They wouldn't be caught dead tucked up under an eave; the tops of sacred Kuyche' trees or palms appeal to them, I think because they can keep their eyes peeled there for "a dawning of wings."
ReplyDeletemy turtle doves nested under the eave of my house just outside the window
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where I am now typing this
the nest had been there for many years they returned each March to reuse it
last year crows go the eggs
now that nest is gone so are the crows
the doves are still around one comes every day to check where the nest had been
two baby doves almost able to fly where in the drive-way
so
my doves have found a safer place
Our doves make their nests in our palms and cypresses but even if they did choose safer places, no place would be safe enough from
ReplyDeletehawk-eyed crows and magpies--an all too familiar story, I'm afraid.
Speaking of places, since when did Colorado get itself a view of the sea? That is indeed earthshaking news!
Ah, a gentle sigh, as of the hushed sound of taking flight...
ReplyDeleteYou did say a gentle sigh, didn't you?
ReplyDeletespeaking of doves:
ReplyDeletein my newest "run at it"
# 24 goes so far as this:
late afternoon my morning doves are back they have
just landed on a branch in that dead tree just outside
my window my tiny friends with heads on fat necks
rapidly bobbing up and down and all of a sudden one
on top of the other ruffling feathers moist red lips
a little open precisely
[oh well, eh? life goes & comes & goes again :
Ed,
ReplyDeleteThat last phrase coming......and going again--precisely.
That's a remarkable photo, Vassilis.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Tom--I just happened to be in the right place at the right time.
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