Jillian Chantal

Last year a pair of mourning doves made a nest under one of the columns on the front porch of my office.  They had two sets of nestlings before the end of the spring. They just about drove me batty with their cooing. It really is a mournful sound.  The mama bird sat on the nest for weeks and didn’t seem to move a muscle.  Have no idea how she could do that without leg cramps. Made me hurt just to watch her.  I was missing them this year though. There have been lots of other bird couples around this spring but not my friends.  I had heard that doves come back to their same nesting place from year to year.  So, I was glad to see her yesterday. She announced her presence with a coo.

Now, for the bad part:  The male has not gathered one twig for a nest. She’s sitting up there with no home.  What if she lays the eggs now? Will they fall nine or ten feet and splat on the porch?  Will one hit a client in the head? AND where is the male?  Did he die and leave her a widow? Did they get a divorce?  What’s up with him? I can almost hear her singing,  I Need a Hero.   Shh- if you really try, you can hear her.