Spring is surely here in my part of Texas, my friends.
Yesterday, I sat on my porch enjoying the sunshine, and the spectacle of two mourning doves who were building their summer home. What a beautiful sight it was!
First, the Mrs. flapped up on a branch and nestled a twig in place. As she flew to get another, the Mr. swooped in with his contribution. After a few twigs were placed, they gathered some grasses and began weaving it all together. The two of them worked in harmony, as any couple should. They didn’t even stop to take a break. I’ve never seen a construction crew work so hard. The result was a lovely nest worthy of kingly birds.
Too bad it was for birds as dumb as these two.
Are y’all familiar with the mourning dove? You can follow this link to hear their call. I believe it is the saddest sound I know. Every time I hear it, I pucker up and burst out in tears.
I think I might know why these birds have such a sad call. The nest my pair of doves built is on a dead branch. The first big thunderstorm we have, there is going to be a big wind that will knock that branch from the tree, and that will be the end of the story.
Now, cross my heart, I tried to tell them. I shouted from the porch, “Hey –YOU —idiot bird! Yeah, you. Y’all better find a better place for that nest!”
They ignored me and went right on building. Sometimes good advice is wasted.
Now, it’s not the first time I’ve seen mourning doves build nests in stupid places, with no camouflage and no firm foundation — and it probably won’t be the last. As my Mamaw would say, “I swan I don’t know how that brand of bird manages to not become extinct!” [Editor’s note: If you don’t speak Texan, “swan” means “swear,” but my Mamaw would never do that!]
I believe I know some people who could take a lesson from these birds. Without a firm foundation, no “house” will stand. If we build our lives on “firm foundations,” they will be less likely to fall apart under the first “big wind.”
I’m just sayin’.