OrcraftiaToday, I'm going to talk about my experiences with columbids. I have had many adventures with these birds, especially Mourning Doves. It's also thanks to one of them that I hate the wind...
The first time I had relations with columbids was mainly with mourning doves. In those days, I knew absolutely nothing about birds and when I heard them sing, I really said to myself:
- Why do owls sing during the day? It's strange !
Before, my curiosity wasn't great and I didn't try to find out which bird it really was.
The second time I remember well was in my spruce and pine. I saw lots of cream-colored birds, it was at a time when my curiosity for nature was awakening and so I did a search to know the species. I liked this bird to the beautiful calm pace.
Afterwards, it took a while before I saw mourning doves again and I only heard them singing in the distance.
What I'm going to tell now, I remember very well it was when, it was last winter. I saw one day on my balcony, a mourning dove that I immediately liked. She wasn't as fearful as other members of her species and was looking at me. My indoor cat even came to watch it too and even though she was restless, the dove didn't care at all.
She was the only dove on my property and one day I went outside to my balcony to take advantage of the weather...extremely windy and freezing. I wanted to try to attract birds to come and eat from my hand. I didn't spend thirty minutes but I was still going to go home, being much too cold when, turning my head, I saw the mourning dove looking at me. I didn't want to scare him so even though I was cold, I stayed to watch him. I then saw out of the corner of my eye, a dark-eyed Junco approaching my hand. Yes, he was coming, I was finally going to have the chance to have a bird that would come and eat from my hand! The dark-eyed Junco was approaching, it was going to climb until... a strong gust of wind arrived, made the door of my badly locked balcony open and scared away the dove and the terrified dark-eyed junco. So I was going home, now having a hatred of the wind. Because alas, I still haven't had, even today, the chance to have a bird coming to eat in my hand.
Finally, I kept looking out my balcony window every day, the dove kept coming. One day, I then saw several mourning doves! I was both happy and disappointed. I was no longer going to be able to recognize my dove friend.
So I began to observe several doves and one day, in my red maple, I noticed a strange mourning dove... it was injured in the neck. As I looked at it a little closer in my binoculars, I also saw a bird that I had never seen at home... a rock pigeon! Yes, it is indeed the pigeon that I once showed in a photo in my first blog. I kept all my attention on the rock pigeon, forgetting the mourning dove a little.
But a few days later, I saw it on the balcony. I was quite worried about this mourning dove and when she was there, all my attention was for her. I could notice two things besides his injury: His wings were pointing more downwards and his breathing was rapid.
One day, I saw her on the front of the door dozing a little. I spent a good part of the day watching her because she spent the whole day in front of the door. I found it cute when, sometimes, a mourning dove with a strangely gray tail and a white tip (It disturbed me with its tail) the dove came to lie down right next to her, as if to warm her up.
The injured dove left the balcony towards the evening but the next day... winged dove pointing down and with rapid breathing... but uninjured dove. Had she healed overnight? She would have rested all day on the balcony, to regain her strength. I was sure that was it and I was happy to see her getting better.
Finally, I couldn't recognize her anymore and I don't know what she's become today, but I was particularly happy to see the rock pigeon often. A strange thing is that the pigeons are in groups... but not alone! Why only one pigeon on my land? It was funny one day, when he started to bring lots of branches on the balcony to then put them down and do nothing with them. Dark-eyed juncos took advantage of this to put him in a green nesting box that I had left lying around. They are sometimes strange... I wonder what they were plotting in the end.
The winter that was coming to an end, I saw a lot less mourning doves or the rock pigeon. I saw the pigeon again one day, to my great joy, with another rock pigeon! It was now a couple! I found it amusing, the female (I think it was the female) had the usual rock pigeon plumage, compared to the pigeon I often saw (which I think is male).
In the end, I never saw them again. Mourning Doves come sometimes, rarely in the morning.
So those are the most important things I've experienced with columbids all my life.
About the fact that I hate the wind... today I was going to the balcony to watch black-capped chickadees coming into my seed tray. I had an exterior decoration that I had just hung on my swing. The wind was quite calm until a chickadee came, went into the seed tray... then the wind came and knocked the outdoor decoration on the swing, making a loud noise which made the chickadee run away. It was certainly less worse than the time with the dove and the junco but hm... we agree, the wind doesn't like me?
That's all I had to say for this part two. When I have lots of new things to tell, I will definitely do a part three!
The first time I had relations with columbids was mainly with mourning doves. In those days, I knew absolutely nothing about birds and when I heard them sing, I really said to myself:
- Why do owls sing during the day? It's strange !
Before, my curiosity wasn't great and I didn't try to find out which bird it really was.
The second time I remember well was in my spruce and pine. I saw lots of cream-colored birds, it was at a time when my curiosity for nature was awakening and so I did a search to know the species. I liked this bird to the beautiful calm pace.
Afterwards, it took a while before I saw mourning doves again and I only heard them singing in the distance.
What I'm going to tell now, I remember very well it was when, it was last winter. I saw one day on my balcony, a mourning dove that I immediately liked. She wasn't as fearful as other members of her species and was looking at me. My indoor cat even came to watch it too and even though she was restless, the dove didn't care at all.
She was the only dove on my property and one day I went outside to my balcony to take advantage of the weather...extremely windy and freezing. I wanted to try to attract birds to come and eat from my hand. I didn't spend thirty minutes but I was still going to go home, being much too cold when, turning my head, I saw the mourning dove looking at me. I didn't want to scare him so even though I was cold, I stayed to watch him. I then saw out of the corner of my eye, a dark-eyed Junco approaching my hand. Yes, he was coming, I was finally going to have the chance to have a bird that would come and eat from my hand! The dark-eyed Junco was approaching, it was going to climb until... a strong gust of wind arrived, made the door of my badly locked balcony open and scared away the dove and the terrified dark-eyed junco. So I was going home, now having a hatred of the wind. Because alas, I still haven't had, even today, the chance to have a bird coming to eat in my hand.
Finally, I kept looking out my balcony window every day, the dove kept coming. One day, I then saw several mourning doves! I was both happy and disappointed. I was no longer going to be able to recognize my dove friend.
So I began to observe several doves and one day, in my red maple, I noticed a strange mourning dove... it was injured in the neck. As I looked at it a little closer in my binoculars, I also saw a bird that I had never seen at home... a rock pigeon! Yes, it is indeed the pigeon that I once showed in a photo in my first blog. I kept all my attention on the rock pigeon, forgetting the mourning dove a little.
But a few days later, I saw it on the balcony. I was quite worried about this mourning dove and when she was there, all my attention was for her. I could notice two things besides his injury: His wings were pointing more downwards and his breathing was rapid.
One day, I saw her on the front of the door dozing a little. I spent a good part of the day watching her because she spent the whole day in front of the door. I found it cute when, sometimes, a mourning dove with a strangely gray tail and a white tip (It disturbed me with its tail) the dove came to lie down right next to her, as if to warm her up.
The injured dove left the balcony towards the evening but the next day... winged dove pointing down and with rapid breathing... but uninjured dove. Had she healed overnight? She would have rested all day on the balcony, to regain her strength. I was sure that was it and I was happy to see her getting better.
Finally, I couldn't recognize her anymore and I don't know what she's become today, but I was particularly happy to see the rock pigeon often. A strange thing is that the pigeons are in groups... but not alone! Why only one pigeon on my land? It was funny one day, when he started to bring lots of branches on the balcony to then put them down and do nothing with them. Dark-eyed juncos took advantage of this to put him in a green nesting box that I had left lying around. They are sometimes strange... I wonder what they were plotting in the end.
The winter that was coming to an end, I saw a lot less mourning doves or the rock pigeon. I saw the pigeon again one day, to my great joy, with another rock pigeon! It was now a couple! I found it amusing, the female (I think it was the female) had the usual rock pigeon plumage, compared to the pigeon I often saw (which I think is male).
In the end, I never saw them again. Mourning Doves come sometimes, rarely in the morning.
So those are the most important things I've experienced with columbids all my life.
About the fact that I hate the wind... today I was going to the balcony to watch black-capped chickadees coming into my seed tray. I had an exterior decoration that I had just hung on my swing. The wind was quite calm until a chickadee came, went into the seed tray... then the wind came and knocked the outdoor decoration on the swing, making a loud noise which made the chickadee run away. It was certainly less worse than the time with the dove and the junco but hm... we agree, the wind doesn't like me?
That's all I had to say for this part two. When I have lots of new things to tell, I will definitely do a part three!
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His tail was just much shorter, as if he was missing the top.
Apart from her tail, was it really like the others.
HO HOOO HO repeated?
I'm just starting to hear them again lately, I read that it's the cry of the male to attract the female during the breeding season ^^