The mourning dove may very well be the very first bird that ever entered my consciousness, and it came as a sad song through the open windows of our little brick home. The song of the mourning dove is one of my very earliest memories. When I hear the “hollow coah, cooo, cooo, cooo” (Peterson’s Field Guide to the Birds east of the Rockies) of the dove, it transports me back to a very early place in my mind.
Most people don’t make a big fuss over seeing a mourning dove. The mourning dove’s colors are not flashy, although if you look closely, they have a hint of pink on their breasts. And their black markings are notable.
The mourning dove is a ground-feeder, eating what other birds fling to the side or drop out of the feeder. In this case, the birds are eating what I put on the deck railing. They’re easy to photograph because they are calm and placid and stay put for a while.
The mourning dove blends in with the winter wooded scenery in their muted colors. But they do make a flash when you catch them in flight and about to land. If I manage to do that, I will add the photo later. So far, no luck.
You can just see the colorful underside of the dove’s tail in the above photo. It’s striking in flight.
Like people, I suppose, the birds who lack pizzazz sometimes are taken for granted a s they fade into the background. If we take the time to look closely, we find their true beauty.
For more bird photos, see my bird page under the wildlife tab above.