Remember the Spotted Doves who were considering my mango tree as a possible nesting site? Well, after I got back from my recent trip, I went to check on them, after first checking on the Common Mormon caterpillar. The birds were still there, and hadn't yet made a decision!
As I stood under the tree, I realized it wasn't a good time to visit!! That innocent curiosity was no longer there and the bird was near- aggressive. I quickly got my shots and moved away. As I did so, its mate flapped its wings vigorously and flew around the tree. Taking the cue, the one in the photo, just took off! And they never came back again. Sigh! I suppose there were other factors which ruffled their feathers, literally. There are crows in the coconut tree nearby, and an entire brood of marsh mongoose scurry all across the compound walls and on to my neighbour's frangipani tree, especially in the mornings and late afternoons. There's also a neighbourhood cat prowling around at odd times of the day and night!!. Compounded with all these disturbing sights, me with the camera,lurking in the shadows, craning my neck for a better shot, must've been the last straw! I can only hope that when it's time to breed again, they'll re-consider this spot. Right now they must be happily nesting in a safer, higher, leafier haven.
The Spotted Dove/Streptopelia chinensis is also known as the Spotted Turtle Dove and Chinese Dove. It breeds all year round and loves to forage on the ground--in woodland and cultivated areas. These birds are seen in most gardens here. Last year, one pair successfully raised their young in my shed.
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau