A pair of mourning doves were hanging out on my patio when I got home from work. They’re more brazen than the blue jays and cardinals.
I don’t have bird feeders. A bunch of my neighbors do, but there are so many feral cats around that I don’t want to encourage the birds too much. But I do put out water for them, so they can have a bath and get a drink. It was 95F today with a real feel of 101F. On days like this there is often a literal queue for the bird bath. They start lining up on the fence and in the dead for tree next to my patio.
(I do not smoke. The upstairs neighbors do, and they toss their cigarette butts on my patio. I’ve asked them to stop, and they’re better about it, but I always have a few stray butts lying around.)
red paper boat 