Coo-coo Birds

Day 64: The Coo-coo Birds are seldom brave enough to come into the yard proper, preferring to hang out on the power lines or scrabble in the driveway rocks for bugs. Today, however, a pair of them were cleaning up the spilled seed, "pair" in the sense of "mates" as opposed to "two birds." Mourning Doves are not uncommon here, but unlike their pigeon cousins, they aren't obnoxious. That said, as members of the clan, they're not exactly the sharpest crayons in the box either, although if they disappeared, I would miss their soft voices. Oddly, their mewing is very similar to the sweet-nothings I've heard exchanged sotto voce between courting ravens, but then, ravens and crows are capable of producing a much wider range of vocalizations. It's no wonder doves are a symbol of peace. They can only speak words of love.