While nice to look at, they really don't provide anything of benefit. Or so I thought...
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While I was cutting, I noticed a bird flying around. As I looked closer, I identified the bird to be what we call a Mexican Dove, but I think the correct name is the Common Ground Dove. They are much smaller than the Mourning Dove or the Ring-Necked Dove that are also prevalent around here. A closer examination showed that the dove had two little ones in a nest she had built in a cozy place where I had previously cut a dead palm frond off. It created a perfect protected indentation to build a nest. If you look closely at the picture above just a hair above the center, you can see two birds sitting in their nest watching me. Their mom was not to happy!
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One Dove out of the nest and on the frond |
And then the next day, as we watched them, they both flew off into a neighboring pecan tree and we haven't seen them back. Benjamin likes to shoot doves with his pellet gun. We have a few doves in the freezer right now. After watching these grow up, he said he'd be a little hesitant about shooting any more around the house, but I assured him that there are tons of doves.
It is that time of year when all the birds are hatching. If you walk around the yard, you see pieces of egg shell in the grass, signalling that another bird has hatched. If you look closely, sometimes you'll see little birds that try to fly before they are ready and end up on the ground. This young bird below is one of those. He's a baby Mockingbird, I think, and I saw him in some Indian Hawthorn as I was mowing. When I got Benjamin to show him the bird, the little fellow was gone. I don't know if his mom somehow rescued him or if he fell prey to the cats that patrol the area.
It is that time of year when all the birds are hatching. If you walk around the yard, you see pieces of egg shell in the grass, signalling that another bird has hatched. If you look closely, sometimes you'll see little birds that try to fly before they are ready and end up on the ground. This young bird below is one of those. He's a baby Mockingbird, I think, and I saw him in some Indian Hawthorn as I was mowing. When I got Benjamin to show him the bird, the little fellow was gone. I don't know if his mom somehow rescued him or if he fell prey to the cats that patrol the area.
Mockingbirds are appropriately named. The other morning as I walked to work, I saw one mockingbird sitting on the top of a light pole and this bird went through 7 or 8 different songs of different birds, mimicking their song like an Elvis impersonator. It was almost as if he was showing off. He wasn't finished with his song list either, but I had to go inside.
I haven't talked about Penelope, our India Blue pea hen lately. She has a great personality and a regal head dress that she wears with pride as she struts around. The old girl is still around and like clockwork everyday, she flies into the yard and then later on flies up into the very top of a tree to roost for the night. The poor girl needs a mate. She had her feathers all fanned out and ended up laying 5 eggs on top of the barn that she sat on, but they are not fertile since we don't have a peacock and they didn't hatch.
Penelope, the (lonely) Peahen |
I really need to remedy that. A mate for Penelope would be cool to have around:
Oh, but the price is sort of prohibitive! On Murray McMurray Hatchery, they sell an assortment of 8 peafowl for $392.40! That's almost $50 per bird. I'm going to check around locally and see if anyone has a peacock for sale at a better price.
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