And what, you may ask, is a squab? I just learned the word today: a squab is a young (baby) dove.
You may recall my post from earlier this month about a Mother Dove building a nest in my hanging geranium. If you missed it, here’s the link.
I’ve been keeping a close eye on the dove nursery. It’s right outside our bathroom window, which makes it easy for me to spy on it.
I’ve heard it said that dove …..how can I put this nicely?…… aren’t the most intelligent of God’s creatures. And when the afternoon sun is bearing down on Mama Dove, and temperatures are occasionally hovering around 100, I have to wonder about the wisdom in her decision to nest in this particular spot.
Either she’s a very trusting bird, or ……not the most intelligent of God’s creatures……, because I’ve been carefully watering the plant all month with her sitting right there on the nest. And she hasn’t moved.
This afternoon, Marshall came by, and while we were out on the porch, I went over to check on Mama Dove. I thought I caught sight of a baby squab, so I went in to get the camera. Since Marshall’s taller and could see the nest better, he took these next two photos.
The camera was less than two feet from her when these pictures were taken.
She may not be…… the most intelligent of God’s creatures……, but she has the look of a proud mama, don’t you agree?
(Note: according to my research, dove have “two squab per brood”, so hopefully, there’s a second baby that we couldn’t see. I’ll keep you updated.)
these days of mine 