6/6/22 pt 2/2 – Her darling little eggs fell out and smashed all over the ground, but he barely gave them a look over and didn’t even bother to eat the yolks, the sod. He must have been hoping for newly hatched squabs to eat. Four little lives lost for nothing. He turned his beady eye on me, then, and hopped back along the fence. Oh, the drama that followed!
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6/6/22 pt 1/2 – Where was I? Oh, yes. Imogen, bless her, shouted and fluttered at the crow to clear off, but he just hopped along the fence, casual as you like, then lunged at her nest. She had no choice but to fly away, the poor thing, and so I was left to watch with horror as the evil creature grabbed the nest with his beak and tipped it over his shoulder.
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Happy inflation day to Fred and Wilma's two new squabs, Parsley and Sage. Inflation day is when the squabs suddenly become so big, their parents can't hide them anymore. It really is like they inflated over night. One day you can't see them, the next, they're huge. It usually happens around day 8 or 9. Parsley and Sage are finally able to enjoy the world around them.
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5/16/22 pt 2 – Fred was a bit put out at first, and asked me if I had any idea how many hours of twig collecting and weaving it had taken to make that nest, but I told him I didn’t care – I was not laying eggs in a dead dove’s nest. He got it eventually, and went off to look for a new place to call home – and what a place he found – but that's for next time.
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5/16/22 pt 1 – Even though it was me who proposed, Fred still went through the whole wooing process. He’s such a romantic, and I don’t mind saying, he really knows just how to rub his breast feathers up against mine to get me all a flutter. Oh dear, am I blushing?
Anyway, I only made one demand, and that was that we wouldn’t use Fred and Dotty’s old nest for our own family.
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5/5/22 pt 2 – Fred was with Dotty before me, and I know he chased another gal around for a while before her, but she took up with someone else. When I was not much more than a squab, I’d see him swaying on those high-up wires, cooing away, and I thought he was the handsomest fella around – but once he found Dotty, he only had eyes for her. Besotted he was, and I never thought I’d ever have him for myself. #humorfiction #birdblog #mourningdovesofinstagram #amwriting #humorwriting #birdlife

Fred's not sure what he thinks about his family becoming a regular feature of Devoted Dove magazine, but busy as Wilma is rearing squabs, she's ecstatic to be asked to talk about their life on Twiglet Drive. This new creative and intellectual outlet is just what she needs to get her through those long, dark nights of nesting, and she looks forward to feedback and questions from fans, especially other dove mothers.
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