Doves

This mourning dove has been nesting under the eaves of the roof of the covered deck since we moved in. We found a couple of small eggshells that had broken open, and I was looking forward to seeing a nest full of tiny, cheeping dove-chicks.

Over the past few days, I noticed that mummy dove was a little uncomfortable on her nest: she was being squished between the nest and the roof, and I thought that it was because she was carefully keeping her babies warm.

Then this morning, at first light, I saw her feeding her offspring.

It is almost as big as she is!

I only saw one baby, so I think that is the family. What a big baby!