Over the past month or so, we have had three pairs of Mourning Dove babies in our yard. Two from the nest nestled in the oak tree. Two from the nest most precariously perched in the tip-top of the sumac. And two from some other nest more properly hidden nearby.
If you have ever seen one, you’ll understand when I say that Mourning Dove nests are not a structure that inspires confidence. A loose and flimsy-looking platform of small sticks, it seems woefully inadequate for the relatively large and rather rotund dove, never mind a pair of hefty hatchlings wanting to stretch their wings. And yet… a half dozen baby doves say otherwise. Apparently the Mourning Dove’s nest is more reliable than it looks.