And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
This white mourning dove apparently has no idea that we dove hunt every season right here on the property. It did however figure out that I feed the winter birds and started hanging around to get as much of the cracked corn as the bluejays would let it have. At first it was real shy, but after a few weeks it realized I was pointing a camera, not a shotgun. He started to relax and even seemed to enjoy having his picture taken, ha ha! I guess he was a male? I don't know how to tell with dove.