Friday, May 4, 2007
When my husband was reading his book in the front porch overlooking the golf course, he saw a bunch of straw lying on the corner of the porch. He was about to remove it when he wondered where it came from. He looked up above at the vent where the gas fireplace came out of the house and saw the nest. Sure enough, there was a mourning dove laying eggs. So, what do you do? You leave them alone until they are done doing raising their brood and let them raise their chicks.
Suddenly, I heard my husband yelling
"Hurry! I think I might have a good blogging material for you!" my husband yelled.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Just hurry before it is too late and bring the camera!" my husband ordered.
What a cozy and comfortable place to lay eggs. I took picture here and there and she didn't seem to be bothered by the commotion we were making. The partner was looming around waiting probably for his turn to sit on the eggs but couldn't do the switcheroo as my husband was right below reading. Ahhh, they shouldn't be doing their business up there anyway as it is not good for the house. S stayed in the porch as long as he wanted and if they wanted privacy, they should look somewhere else like out in the wooods. But...you know how they are.