Random ramblings from the cluttered brain of a Brit ex-pat North Devonian trying to keep cool in the steamy summers and warm in the frosty winters of The Great White North.
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
A group of mourning doves have decided that my deck is the ideal sunny place to spend the day. There were eight of them out there yesterday, snoozing in the sun on my patio table and chairs.
It's very nice to think that they have chosen to visit me, but they do tend to leave their messy little calling cards behind, so I really don't want to encourage them. Apparently, they are a game bird and are edible.... so they better watch out!