My morning mourning dove


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.


8 Responses to My morning mourning dove

  1. whoami123 says:


    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
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  2. Kate says:

    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??

  3. Dan says:

    Great photo – and great view from your balcony!

  4. Jenny says:

    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!

  5. Passante says:

    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.

  6. afotografia says:

    Very nice your blog, so sweet the bird waiting for you to take the picture

  7. Helen says:

    nice shot… and that does look like a forrest!

  8. Marie McC says:

    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!

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