Mourning Doves
I love to watch the birds at our feeder. They're all so different, each with its own vibe, personality, style. Carolina chickadees are quick; they dart in, grab a seed, and off they go. Chipping sparrows are brave. They get up close and personal and hardly ever fly away or startle. House finches show up in groups, noisy and gregarious, hopping all over. Mourning doves are often the biggest birds at our feeder. They camp out on the ground under the feeder usually...lazily taking the leavings of other birds. When they get startled and fly away, their wings make a silly little whistling sound, which honestly makes them seem a bit ridiculous but in a good, goofy way. Source Mourning doves get their name from their haunting call. I used to mistake it for an owl when I would hear it, but now, it's unmistakable to me. Their gentle coo coo is a sound I hear often, and true to their name, it honestly does strike a note of melancholy, even sadness. Sadness is a part of life. It's
