Posts Tagged ‘mourning dove’

“Haiku for Gemma” by Jane Beal


slender mourning dove

descends from the gazebo

to the orange tree


Lakewood, CA

“Life-Cycle in Lithia” by Jane Beal

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Two Stellar’s jays
with their black hoods and blue capes
go soaring across our line of vision
into the summer pines.

A mourning dove flies left above us,
a twig in her beak, still busy
building her nest
for another set of twins.

We walk past a pond and see
four mallard ducks, all green-headed,
—no hens—and one stands apart
from his three friends, watching us.

On a shaded lawn, we are drawn
to the mama turkey
with her five young Turks
strutting around her like princes.

By the stream, between two giant redwood trees,
the silhouette of a hummingbird hovers
in sunlight from heaven that caresses her alone –
our heart, there, dancing in mid-air.

After we leave Lithia,
my step-father remembers
my brother Andrew as a boy
chasing pheasants in Arizona.


Ashland, OR

Summer Birding

We have a mourning dove nesting in the woodpile at the side of the house. Early today, I saw her two little chicks! They’ve been born from the shell. It’s wonderful … because today is my mother’s birthday!

The garden is really flourishing. A California Towhee’s fledgling has nested, grown and flown from a tall bush we have back there, and a mockingbird is building a new nest in the wisteria that grows over the trellis. (I can’t help but feel this is all the special blessing of God.)

And there are still more birds nearby.

Around 7 AM, I went out for a walk through the field, and I really saw a lot of birds. I had a full conversation with a California Towhee, the sounds and songs of which apparently irritated a nearby mockingbird. She flew out and spread her wings wide on the towhee to startle the chic singer away.

Along a row of bottle-brush bushes, with their red blooms, I saw more than half a dozen chittering hummingbirds, including a female rufous hummingbird, a female Costa’s hummingbird (I believe) and a male Anna’s hummingbird (looking remarkably like a ruby-throat hovering mid-air, wings fluttering a million miles a minute!).

Later, a blue jay swept over the broad expense of trees and bushes that cluster thickly over and through a watery place. I heard a crow complaining as I walked back along my path.

I also saw a Black Phoebe in flight and an American Goldfinch clinging to the top of a bush that was blowing about in the wind.

What a pretty morning!