Monday, March 14, 2011
I have three hanging baskets of plants that decorate the front of my house. This weekend, I realized some stupid mourning dove has decided to use the basket outside my office door as a nest. She flew when I walked past the basket, so I stuck my phone up and took a picture to see if she'd laid her eggs yet. She had.
Last year, some stupid dove (it could even have been the same one) laid her eggs in the hanging basket right outside the front door. I couldn't water the basket because I worried it might hurt the eggs (and would scare her away), so the plants in the basket slowly died. Then the basket dried out so badly it started blowing in the wind, so we tied a line to a weight underneath to hold it steady. Then the plants withered to the point that the afternoon sun was nasty hot, so Steve rigged up a shade for her.
Both eggs hatched and, under our watchful eye, very quickly grew huge. The mama sat on that nest forever, but once the babies hatched (or at least, once we became aware of the fact that they'd hatched) they flew in about a week.
So here we go again. And I don't even particularly like mourning doves.