Watching from inside — our cat is a big fan of feathered friends. (So are we)! Sometimes we can sit quietly in our backyard and watch them come and go! I have two bird feeders out (and I sprinkle a little bird seed too).
One day after school Henry and I were out back and I said, “Oh! What a pretty mourning dove. It’s got some blue feathers too.”
Henry quickly replied, “Well, it should be called an afternoon dove — not a mourning dove — because it’s here in the afternoon.”
“Oh, Henry! It’s a different kind of mourning.” I went on to explain… and the bird is named for its mourning cooing sounds. They sound sad or sorrowful. At least that is why I think they are named mourning doves. In any case we appreciate our visiting birds. We are still waiting for more “honey birds” to visit our nectar feeder…. “that’s hummingbirds, Henry!”