Tuesday 12 July 2011: Spanish Dancer
The pair of doves comes every afternoon around four. Sweet soft things with reddish feet, they comb the bricks and concrete for I can't imagine what. There is perfectly good dirt available to scratch in, but it looks like they prefer foraging on hard surfaces. Sometimes we startle each other with a flurry and a little scream, and then we all settle back to the business at hand.