Species of the Month

Just because we're past Valentine's Day doesn't mean our Species of the Month isn't still lovey-dovey. This month we're taking a look at the mourning dove, one of the most common birds in my area.

Scientific name: Zenaida macroura

Mourning dove with baby

Kingdom: Animalia (animals)

Class: Aves (birds)

Order: Columbiformes (pigeons and doves)

Range: Southern Canada south to Panama

Habitat: Open woods and forest edges near open areas

Lifespan: Average is 1 1/2 years

Diet: Seeds, grains, fruit, insects

Two mourning doves that hatched from the
nest in my flower basket

Predators: Raptors, raccoons, snakes, domestic dogs and cats

Conservation Status: No special protection

Other Information: Mourning doves form monogamous pairs for mating season, with both parents
caring for the young. The male selects the nesting site and brings material to female. He stands on her
back while she builds. I'm not exactly sure how that helps her, but I saw it happen with my own eyes.
Doves in northern areas may migrate to warmer areas in the winter. They make a whistling noise when
flying, and also audible flapping sometimes. Mourning doves get their name from their mournful
sounding call. When I was a kid, I thought it was an owl. You probably see them sitting on a wire by
the side of the road. They have a pointy tail and call out "Who ah who, who who." I noticed the ones in
Washington sound a little different from those in Pennsylvania. Even birds have a Philly accent.

Check out those pointy tails (eBird)

This week's information comes from the Animal Diversity Web again.

A Dove Affair

A little over a month ago, I was having a normal morning until I thought a mourning dove was about to crash into the dining room window. He pulled up and landed in the flower basket. Then I noticed he had pine needles in his mouth and passed them to his mate. They were building a nest. I was about to become a bird uncle!

Mother dove feeding one of the babies

I don't know for sure when the eggs hatched, but about three weeks later I got my first look at one of the babies. By then the flowers in the basket were dead and brown, perfect camouflage for the doves. A second baby was in there too, I just didn't notice it for another week. By that time, the babies were almost adult sized. They were up on the edge of the basket flapping their wings, getting ready to fledge the nest.

Baby dove

The last time I saw one of them it was on the edge of the basket flapping during a severe thunderstorm. Through the glass, I was trying to convince it to not try flying in such nasty weather. The next morning, it was gone. A few hours later I watched as the second baby flapped at the edge of the basket, then took off and flew into the neighbor's tree.

The children are getting older

It took less than a month to build a nest, lay eggs, hatch them, and fledge the nest. I was sure my little friends would be around at least until summer. Every now and then I'll look out the back window and see a pair of doves in the yard, or perched on the fence. To me they all look the same, but I can't help thinking it's the same ones I watched grow up.

Have the prodigal doves returned?