When they fly overhead, the sound is a soft fluttery, almost purring sound that practically engulfs you — you can feel it. It’s soothing. So soothing, I even forget to worry that they might poop on me. These birds have fascinated and frustrated me for weeks now (have you ever tried to get a flock of birds to pose for the camera?).
So, I’m waiting for them to perform their daily show and mention them to Gilli (my landlord) who is gardening nearby.
Turns out they’re some sort of wood doves who belong to a neighbor with a “dove court.” Every day these doves go out and fly around the neighborhood, catching flies in the air (to me, that doesn’t sound like an optimum fly catching plan, but who am I to argue with a wood dove?). When it starts to get dark, they all fly back to this house across the ravine that’s about 100 meters away from my terrace (as the dove flies). I don’t know why, but this is the coolest thing I’ve ever heard.
Gilli directs me to the dove’s house and I’m off with my video camera to investigate.
I climb the hill and inspect a few houses that seem dove-free. But then I hear a low humming sound which I realize is a bunch of birds cooing. I follow the sound. Please join me…
Very cool. Now the only problem is convincing myself that “dove” isn’t just a glorified name for “pigeon”.