It's pretty darn cold this morning. As I looked out the window into the back yard, I noticed my reliable friends, the mourning doves, perched in the oak tree. Eyeing up the bird feeder, I thought. It seemed they looked especially well fed. We do go through a lot of bird seed, especially with impending storms on the way.
I had picked up my binocs for a closer view.Then it dawned on me. They looked so fat because their feathers were all fluffed up against the cold. They truely are the birds of peace. Once, I saw a rowdy blue jay land on the platform where a dove was feeding. It screeched a lot, stuckout its tongue and adopted several threatening posititions.The dove basically ignored the jay, turned its backseveral times as if to say, "get a life buster." I like mourning doves. Coo Coo.