The mourning dove (tourterelle triste in French) is so called because of its sad-sounding call, which you can hear at All About Birds if you scroll about halfway down the page. It’s a common bird in North America, and small as it is (86 – 170 grams or 3 – 6 oz), it is hunted.
Yesterday morning, I wandered, bleary eyed, across my living room and caught sight of this mourning dove sitting on my balcony rail, apparently contemplating the view. She obligingly stayed until I had taken her picture. I hope she’ll be back.
July 27, 2006 at 10:36 pm
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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone’s goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I’m having a whale of a time!
You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.
Please remember to never
restrict anyone’s opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami
P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic “identity politics,”
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison.”
July 27, 2006 at 11:30 pm
I usually maximize the photos and was struck by all the greenery in the background. Looks like a forest. Great caption. PS. Who’s whoami123??
July 28, 2006 at 7:58 am
Great photo – and great view from your balcony!
July 28, 2006 at 8:28 am
My goodness, Drwhoami has a lot to say! I will add: I once had a pair of mourning doves that nested in my window – INSIDE (between the outer glass, which was open, and the inner screen, which was closed.) They had three eggs, and three babies, which we watched grow at close range!
July 28, 2006 at 8:44 am
It does look like a forest, but it’s a a park. My view is a stream, a footpath, and then all those trees. There’s actually a busy main street only a couple of minutes’ walk away but I can’t see or hear it.
Jenny, how wonderful to be able to watch the babies hatch and grow from so close.
I have no idea who the good doctor is. It’s his first visit. He certainly is verbose.
July 28, 2006 at 11:47 am
Very nice your blog, so sweet the bird waiting for you to take the picture
July 28, 2006 at 2:11 pm
nice shot… and that does look like a forrest!
July 28, 2006 at 3:31 pm
I love these birds. Once a pair thought they would try to nest in an empty plant pot on my balcony. Maybe it was the curious kitties with noses pressed up against the balcony sliding door that encouraged the doves to find another home!