A pair has been around the yard for a few months. Still very shy, they head for the hills the second they see me move toward the door. This afternoon I was distracted by the beef stew simmering on the stove, and headed out for something in the garage. To my amazement, eight or nine doves instantly flew up to the oak trees. Maybe there are some young ones in the flock, but as I look at the five directly in front of me on the patio right now, they all seem to be the same size. Here comes number six.
I haven’t replenished the seed on the table. The towhees scatter anything loose in all directions, and I’m tired of sweeping every day. The doves are eating the dropped nyger seed from the finch sock. There are now eight goldfinches, counting the babies. I saw the juvenile towhee today, almost the same size as its parents, kind of rangy-looking.