Pete and Cami, my two diamond doves, woke me up this morning chattering like crazy. Diamond doves are normally very calm, chilled out little birds. They don’t really play with toys and they don’t really chatter the way finches do. They just relax.
Diamond doves are TINY. I have the world’s smallest hands, and one barely fills up my palm. When my husband has to catch one after it escapes (normally Cami – Pete is a wuss) his two cupped hands give the bird more than enough room to move around.
They were excited this morning. I went over to open the curtain to the window their cage is in front of, and they started spinning in circles on their perches, cooing at the top of their teeny tiny lungs. I looked out the window and the full sized mourning dove who lives in the tree out front was sitting there waiting. Apparently, this is a very special appearance and my two little innocent doves turned into squawking teenagers going nuts over a heart throb.
He stayed for a bit and they talked. Well, he would coo like a big dove and they would flip shit. Then the two chipping sparrows came to visit. They pranced and pecked for a bit before they were joined by a grosbeak, a couple of red finches, and a grackle. The grackle and the dove are the largest birds the two little ones will tolerate. They attack the window whenever a robin or cardinal shows up so we see mostly finches and the little sparrows.
Here are some of our regulars. Shaun gets the good pictures because I’d need a stool to shoot pics out of the window without a screen.