Cry of the Horny Dove

We were really enjoying the new stucco job on the old homestead.  Each time we returned from our morning walk, Bill stood on the sidewalk in front of the house, nodding and grinning, and admiring how really terrific it looked.  The exterior no longer resembled a 70’s brick and siding ranch with a white shingled roof to reflect away the intense Arizona sunshine.  Now it looked a little more timeless with architectural shingles in deep shades of coca brown and tan and grey, with burnt caramel colored stucco walls and creamy, champagne beige pop-out trim around all of the windows and doors.

We’ve had lots of compliments from neighbors and from the regular joggers and walkers and bikers that pass by almost every day.  In fact, we probably got the ultimate compliment from a few local regulars who now want to move in… the doves.  They’ve decided the upper ledge of the pop-out above our office window would make a great place to build a nest.  So now Bill is on alert.

He has a broom propped just inside the garage door so that he can grab it and shoo away the doves and brush off the nesting materials.  He has a hose ready to rinse off any bird poo that’s left on the stucco and nearby porch and driveway as the birds are busy flying back and forth, trying to build a nest.  And he has several beers cooling in the refrigerator to quench his thirst after a day of chasing birds around the yard.

After a week of dashing outside, yelling, gesturing, sweeping, hosing and swearing, he’s finally decided that the doves have gotten the message.  “See,” he commented after a couple of dove-free hours this morning.  “I think they finally get it.”

“Get what?” I asked.

“Get that I’m not screwing around.  I think I finally scared them away.”

“Well, sure, maybe the one stupid pair that’s been trying to perch up there.  What about the other two or three hundred doves that live around here?  I don’t think there’s a social media site for doves with warnings about places to not build nests,” I commented drily.

“Maybe, but the word will get out.  Just wait,” he proclaimed.

And maybe he’s right.  It’s been dove-less on the pop-up ledge for almost an entire day.  However, instead of trying to build a nest, now there’s a lone male dove sitting on the roof, right above the office, cooing and cawing and doing his best to attract a female.  He’s been at it, non-stop, for several hours now, with no sign of quitting.  I’m sure somewhere within the dove cries is the message, ‘Look at me ladies.  I’m big, I’m bad, I’m sexy, and I’ve got real estate!’

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