I think the birds that to decide to nest in my yard feel safe.
In fact, I think it might be purposeful. They know I will leave them alone, and provide entertainment for them. And their cooing provides music for me.
I found this one at eye level when I stood up today, and while I am not a dove expert, I am hoping it is a white-winged dove.
You see the white-winged doves are not here for our listening pleasure. Instead, they have a beneficial role in the Sonoran desert, a symbiotic relationship with the saguaro cactus, our state flower.
The cacti provide food, water and sometimes shelter, while the doves sip the nectar, and pollinate the plants. The fruit from the saguaro becomes a food source and the seeds are then scattered throughout the desert.
March is a little soon for the flowers, so this photo is from another time.
Fingers crossed I can respectfully capture the white-winged doves on the flowering cacti this year.
But for now…
Just like the white-winged dove, Sings a song, sounds like she’s singing, Ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh. – Stevie Nicks.
Wind Kisses, Donna