
This Zebra Dove was watching the world go by. It looked a bit dishevelled and was, perhaps, a younger bird.

This Zebra Dove was watching the world go by. It looked a bit dishevelled and was, perhaps, a younger bird.


The idea of The Numbers Game is to enter a number into the search bar of your computer and then post a selection of the photos that turn up. This week’s number is 211. Captions are on the photos. You can see more responses here.






I nearly ran over this Spotted Dove when I parked my car. I noticed it after I got out and saw the bird looked a bit off, with disheveled tail feathers. I was a bit worried as there were two cats in the yard, but I suspect that one of them was responsible for its present state.
It was not inclined to move as I took photos, but I did see it fly off later, though with a less grace than normal.

A Spotted Dove, in a Mock Orange tree, sporting a customary caffeinated look.

The idea of The Numbers Game is to enter a number into the search bar of your computer and then post a selection of the photos that turn up. This week’s number is 136. Captions are on the photos.
You can see more responses here.






The idea of The Numbers Game is to enter a number into the search bar of your computer and then post a selection of the photos that turn up. This week’s number is 129. You can see more responses here.










This rather puffed up Zebra Dove was perched on the cable line, looking this way and that, as birds do. I’m always amazed at how they maintain their balance.



This Zebra Dove recently cannoned into a window at work. Outside, we found it lying on the ground, out cold. At first, we thought it was dead, but then detected signs of life. So, having seven cats living around the place, we took it inside in the hope that it would recover.
It did soon start to look better and the first thing it did was take wing and cannon into a window from the inside. So we took it outside again and installed it on this branch. It gripped the branch and looked fairly secure, though its blank expression suggested it didn’t have much idea of how it had come to be there.
Gradually the dove recovered, looked around a bit, and gave me a disapproving stare. After a while, it flapped over to a different branch and took on the wide-eyed look that is more typical of these doves. In these circumstances though, that look could be interpreted in a raft of different ways.
Eventually, the dove flew off and I was glad to see that it safely negotiated the branches and trees surrounding it without banging into anything else.
