A dove flew near the feeder, then lit on the railing below it. She looked up at it for several moments, then decided to take a crack at getting some of the tasty seeds inside. She flew upward, flapping her wings hard, hovering unsteadily trying to land on the little perch. It was just too small.
Disappointed, she alit on the railing again. Her boyfriend flew in just then to join her.
“I can’t get into that bird feeder,” she complained.
“I’ve told you before,” he said. “We can’t use this one.”
“But I’m hungry,” the girl dove said.
“I know. We’ll have to try somewhere else.” He flew off into a nearby tree.
“Look! Look!” she cried. “That little sparrow is eating the seed!”
Her pal returned to check it out, and sure enough, a small bird sat on the perch and pecked at the scrummy treats inside. He dropped a steady stream of emptied hulls as he chewed, causing the doves to moan.
They discussed the matter again. “Why don’t you try?” the girl dove asked. “You’re so good at things like this.”
Flattered, the boy dove took off, flying up high, scaring away the sparrow, but failing to get his feet on the small perch. Instead he went up and landed on the top of the crook, striking a pose.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” the girl dove said, turning away. He flew down, confronting her with a steady gaze. They talked the matter over for another few moments, then flew off in the direction of the house next door.
Or at least, that’s what I saw from the kitchen window last evening while I was washing the dishes.
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