Wednesday, 28 May 2014

A hiding place



She seemed to me an elegant bird but also an inexperienced mother. Last year we had a broken egg on our front verandah, above in the wisteria vine sat a very flat & poorly made nest. This year, sadly a small bird lay dead in almost the same spot, although I can’t be sure if it fell or was pushed. Not long after a second young bird appeared in the nest, living & active, ugly in its own way in comparison to what it would become in a matter of days. I like doves, the way they coo, the whistle in their wings at times, their colour range is also something I really appreciate, rich & deep, soft & opaque, striped, spotted & iridescent.







Spotted Dove














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