My very own fan club. All they want is for me to bring the food and get out of the way! And those White-winged doves may sound docile with their cooing, but they don’t play well with others. I’m going to rethink that clichéd reference about the hawk and the dove, that’s for sure.

That grackle looks like it just rolled out of bed. Or maybe the doves just finished pounding on it.