Doves of our lives update.

Life is good in the dove cage.
With the addition of two young dove rescues hatched as oops babies, this brings the white dove population up to exactly 10. The babies get pushed around by their uncles but with all that room to fly they are not showing any signs of abuse. In fact, their flying skills are now top notch. They even laugh sometimes. Poops were iffy when they arrived, an odd nut brown, but a better diet fixed that in a few days. I know I skipped the quarantine, but these babies are the direct offspring of birds I sold earlier this year and the owner has no other birds.

Cream and Sugar are now sitting on wooden eggs...no oops babies here. The nest boxes are super deluxe, only the best for my darlings. Empty plastic buckets wired to the walls with drainage holes in the bottom and a plastic bowl screwed in place are considered prime sitting territories. Shade and protection from the wind, Check!

It's been a great spring for weeds, and the doves simply love picking out twigs for the nest and eating the flowers and seeds off the London Rocket sprigs. In spite of a few wind storms all the birds have great feathering and a quick 'keel check' reveals my doves to be just shy of fat. Too many sunflower seeds, I think I'll add more brown rice and some broccoli instead, and lay off the rare cheese treat for a month.

We Three Kings...
The three boy pigeons in the other flight cage don't seem to be as emotionally fulfilled. It's like going into a loft full of grouchy old men. They huff and fluff and growl. Pablo, Moh, and Glacier are very healthy. Thick, dense feathering in perfect condition, bright eyes, and yes...fat.
I'm beginning to think I spoil them, they are thinking they are Royal Pigeons lol. They aren't the cuddly type but thge family doesn't mind. Maybe I haven't taken the time to bond with the rescued pigeons like I do with the doves, but I think of it as letting them live thier lives the way they want to.