It's funny how many of the birds I became acquainted with in southern Texas that I am finding up here in South Dakota. The ones I'm seeing more than anything else are the fascinating mourning doves.
I really didn't like the mourning doves when I first kept running into them on the nature trails in the Rio Grande Valley. I thought they were funny-looking and odd. But I came to like them there, and I am coming to like them more all the time.
I love their piercing black eyes (though a lot of the mourning doves I saw in Texas had intriguing red and black eyes) and their quirky personalities.
I think some of the birds are getting ready to leave town. I'm not sure what the mourning doves will do, but I'm enjoying them for now.
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