
The mourning doves have been coming to the feeder all winter but they're very cautious. They never come around while I'm outside, I usually hear them in the fir trees waiting for me to leave. Yesterday this one flew down from the trees and landed right in an open spot about thirty feet away, it really suprised me, it was the first time all winter one has come that close. I like the way the iridescent pink patch on its neck was showing up in the sun.














