Mourning Doves: one of our earliest local — that is, non-migratory — nesters. Their rudimentary stick nests can be tucked into trees or your windowsill.
Here’s another pair on our fire escape recently. One or two has been showing up there or on the roofline a lot lately. (These were photographed though window and screen.)
There’s a great view from this fire escape, but it’s awfully exposed for a nest. It’s a good place to throw your coo, though.
The eyes are closed while grooming. Safety first!
Got to see the familiar cooing up close
The beak is closed, the throat puffs up, presumably like a resonating chamber. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed this before.
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