Garden of Rambles

Ah, the doves.

These two are sitting on the tree outside my bedroom window.

We have nesting doves every spring. Some think they are just romanticized pigeons.

I don't.

I like to listen to their cooing, watch them build nests, look at their pretty eggs. They let you get close, sit still in their nest. Their soft colors of browns and grays sometimes match their nesting spot. Last year it was on a rails of the horse corrals. The year before, it was in the climbing rose at the top of the arbor. They don't seem to mind my coming and going and taking an occasional peek.

Will these two mate this spring?

I'll watch.