I hate when one of these mourning doves gets into the house.
It's absolute mayhem and they can never quickly find their way out for some reason tho' I suspect they must have some sort of homing mechanism.
My first experience with a wild bird in the house was in the Clinton Administration, and after it spent the night sleeping on my chandelier, I was in love with house finches, feeding them successfully for the past ten years only to be thwarted by a terrace renovation that resulted in fewer trees which exposed my birdfeeder to the keen eye of the dreaded pigeons.
But nothing can match the serene beauty of the sleek mourning dove. They are so quiet you would never think them to be barbaric and territorial. They are the most aggressive birds I've ever seen slapping each other with their wings as they try to monopolize the food. Isn't the dove the symbol of peace or something? You can say a lot of things about pigeons, but they do seem to get along and eat peacefully together.
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