Lots and lots.
Years ago, when I first read the call of the white tailed dove described as asking "who cooks for you?" I found it all fairly annoying. I'd begun to laugh a little bitterly whenever Prince's popular song "When Doves Cry" off his Purple Rain album was played on the radio. I'd even been caught muttering "shut up!" in response to their ceaseless taunts.
That all began to change after family trips taken to Hawaii where white tailed dove wandered (and called) freely around the grounds of a resort we enjoyed for several years running. I gradually began to associate them with vacations and beaches.
And sunset cocktails before dinner and pampered relaxation. Anything other than the idea of ask not whom cooks for thee because thy is thine own cook all the damn time and don't ask who cleans up for thee, either. Stupid doves.
The dove do try occasionally to feed more appropriately out of the bird feeder we have in the back yard,
Of course it will take time for the birds to find the new feeder and trust it. My daughter suggested the inevitable dove "coating" will probably help the new feeder smell less like "factory" or "store" and more like "local".
I'd spotted multiple large clumps up high in some of the tallest of our trees that I thought must belong to doves. Or squirrels.
As it turns out? Both. I finally spotted a dove peaking out over the edge of one of the nests, and then determined there were squirrels constantly guarding the approach up the tree to the other.
I realize squirrels and doves aren't as exotic looking or nearly as adorable as the baby owlets featured on other local blogs recently, but it's all too easy to fall into that trap of always wanting whatever you don't have. Right? Doves and squirrels! We've sure enough got those. Lots. And lots.