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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Menage a trois at the birdfeeder


The say mourning doves mate for life and if one dies, the other will mourn the death for a long time before finding a new mate. The haunting hoo hoo sound they make can bring you to tears in its soulful sadness and is responsible for the name mourning dove.

They say a lot of things that apparently aren’t true.

My male mourning dove is a philanderer, a roué, a rake, a lady’s man, a play dovelet.

He travels with two women and loves them both. He is not faithful at all, but prefers his ménage a trois -- showing off in his clumsy way, perched on the top of my bird feeder, flapping his wings until both matronly looking ladies crash land on the feeder by his side.

Mourning doves are a foot long and look like they need gastric bypass surgery. They also look dumb, even for a bird. They have pop-out eyes that remind you of the “runaway bride,” and their feathers are the colors of ash and dung.

(Go right now to Lauren Bove's post on Mindful Things...hurry! I asked her if she could come up with a photo of a mourning dove and one of the "runaway bride" and see what she posted. This is a warning though - you will kill yourself laughing!)

They eat huge amounts of seed and are becoming a financial burden. Keeping them in seed is a costly proposition.

The male dove must like plump women as he seems to lead them to the trough to gorge while he flies off into the trees. Maybe he’s looking for another young female to join his harem? Whatever his problem is-- it is obvious he hasn’t read a single bird book, because he’s not mating for life with anyone.

My dogs who are self-trained to attack the window with the bird-feeder, at the first sight of a squirrel (sorry squirl) – are flummoxed by these birds. The dogs commence an attack and then skid to a halt evaluating the situation. “Are these things by any chance squirrels in bird costumes or are they allowed to eat at the feeder?”

That’s what I think my dogs are thinking.

Maybe these particular mourning doves are members of a Mormon sect that believes in multiple mates, or maybe the male mourning dove is just a sexy dude with too much virility and too much time on his wings, but I’m telling you I’ve put in the field work on this: this guy has two wives and he likes it that way.

24 Comments:

Blogger WILLIAM said...

Thanks for making me smile this morning.

8:16 AM  
Blogger sparklestone said...

Back in the days when I was dating an ornithologist I learned to identify zenaida macroura from far away by the way it has an itty bitty pin head.

On our walk this very morning, my dog was confounded by two morning doves taking advice from Why Don't We Do It In The Road?

8:38 AM  
Blogger Katy Barzedor said...

They have pop-out eyes that remind you of the “runaway bride,”

Girl, I almost peed my pants right here at my desk when I read that.

I will make sure to warn Squirl about your dogs.

8:58 AM  
Blogger Squirl said...

I will be watching out for your dogs if I'm ever in your neighborhood. :-)

I love the sound of the mourning doves but never knew any of the movements as intimately as you do. Very interesting. I wonder if all the males are really like that?

9:17 AM  
Blogger RedPita said...

what a fabulous post mb. I also about lost it at the 'runaway bride' refrence.

9:44 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Good morning William..glad to give a smile if I can. 8-) <- I have to drop this emoticon as it looks too much like George Bush!

Sparky..it's one thing to mate for life, another thing to "do it in the road".

Speaking of that song, it wins the award for having only two separate lyrics in 18 lines...the aforementioned and "no one will be watching us" - which of course doesn't relate to your macrouras who you caught flagrante delicto!

9:59 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Hey Bucky four eyes, glad you got a laugh. There is something about that look, the big round eyes with white surrounding all of the iris that makes one think (whether we're talking runaway brides or mourning doves) mentally unbalanced.

10:01 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Hey squirl, I'm covering your picture so my dogs don't see it and confuse the computer screen for the window by the birdfeeder!

Most males (doves that is) are very faithful, which is why this guy stands out among all the doves that visit the feeder.

10:03 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Kitsune...you made me laugh, love the permit comment...but who knows, maybe this dove is just a wingman...so to speak.


Hey RitaPita...are you fully up and running now? I hope so - if I were a picture poster, which I'm not -- I'd love to do photo of a mourning dove next to a photo of the runaway now rich not yet bride!

Maybe Laurenbove the expert at finding photos will post one at her blog....

10:06 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Hey, a little birdie told me that my name was mentioned over here!

Sure, I love a research project. I'll post something just for you my dear one.

xxx

BTW: I belive your feeder is now top on the birdie single's scene and your wolf in doves clothing is merely a bimbo bar slut picking up a couple of easy chicks for a one flights stand. heh heh

10:48 AM  
Blogger Nilbo said...

I am filled with admiration for a woman who knows what a roué is - both in vocabulary and real life.

11:27 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

For you. My dear.

11:37 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Nilbo...I love words and there are so many wonderful ones that don't get used very often. Yes, I've met a few too!

11:51 AM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

laurenbove...I've been laughing for 20 minutes now..I had to leave your blog as I was in severe pain from loud uncontrollable laughter.

Please everyone who stops by...please go to LB's blog - see her link above to view the excellent comparison photos between runaway bride and the mourning dove...most hilarious thing I've ever seen....

11:53 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

Laissez le bon temps roulez!

11:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This is great Marybishop!! And Lauren doing the pics and comparisons...I'm dying over here. Too cool.

2:06 PM  
Blogger paintergirl said...

You and LB have a great combined post today. Hysterical. My almost 3 year old laughs uncontrollably everytime he sees the runaway bride. I can't believe he gets it.
And sad but true, when I was a young girl I used to be able to make mourning dove bird calls. I was teased mercilessly by my sisters.

2:53 PM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

lawbrat and paintergirl: I am so happy Lauren -- expert photo finder that she is, took the time to fulfill my request.

For some reason...the photos strike me as hilarious. Love the front facing mug shots too...dumb old bird and so is the mourning dove... ha ha

PG - your three year old is ahead of his time! (Shhh you aren't the only one who practiced mourning dove calls and thought it was cool...) I can also do a mean cardinal...

3:00 PM  
Blogger RedPita said...

Paintergirl, you should record your bird calls for maryb to play near her feeder.. get the slut dove restless and wondering who is edging in on his corner.. er, territory.

3:16 PM  
Blogger paintergirl said...

Wow a cardinal. cool! I can do a hawk too. Do you know what bird starts his lovely singing at 4am? I know it's probably one of the birds they mention in "Romeo and Juliet" but I can never remember the line.

3:24 PM  
Blogger Meadow said...

Your use of imagery is inspiring. :)

10:14 PM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Rp amd PG...you guys are the greatest!

Too tired for more of a comment...

10:15 PM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

Man, you know you made it when the goddess stops by...thank YOU goddess for your comment...!

10:24 PM  
Blogger mary bishop said...

jenlou...thanks for visiting my blog! Lurk or smirk, just come back again.

It's nice to be called a star...I'm all atwinkle!

7:23 AM  

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