This beautiful Mourning Dove sat on the trellis preening for us as though he were alone in the world. He put on quite a show for over 15 minutes, carefully cleaning each feather, smoothing and arranging them just right. He looked so dapper when he was finally done.
I put out lots of seed for Mr. and Mrs. Mourning Dove. They're raising a family and need the nourishment.
When I first spotted this bird, I thought it was a Mourning Dove. Then I realized something was rather strange. It must be some type of pheasant. But no, the way it was walking, the way it was feeding, I decided I was right the first time. It was a dove.
A mourning dove decided to create her nest in one my ferns hanging on my front porch. I got this photo a day before they fledged.