After much courting, cooing, clapping of wings and collecting of sticks and twigs, the attempt at raising a family came to nought for the white winged doves who had taken up domicile on the eastern porch of the little adobe casita.
Hopefully they find a more secure seat for their next nest, than the cross beam of a porch.
And maybe I now get less dove poop to add to the compost. Two courting doves produced a phenomenal amount of poop. Yay! Says the compost. Aesthetically, though, the eastern entrance was a tad compromised for a while by this couple’s outputs. A compromise I was prepared to accommodate for the blessing of sharing living space with doves.