A Dove Looking for Love

There has been a lot of canoodling going on in the yard amongst the doves these days. I imagine that there will be little ones showing up soon.

When I went out with Bunker last night for "last call", he flushed out a coot that was in the lower portion of the yard. I got a hold of my bird dog and called out Tony to see what he could do about getting the errant fowl out of the yard. 

I have never seen them fly any distance (but I know they do when migrating) so I have no clue how it wound up in the yard. Tony encouraged it (somehow) to travel on. 

Pretty exciting way to end the day.

I am grateful for a quiet day. (knock on wood)