Eurasian Collared Dove Comes Calling

The birds have been flocking to our feeders this winter, and they are mighty welcome.  For only the second time in three months, we had a gorgeous Northern Flicka here this morning.  Unfortunately he was too skittish to allow me to close and get pictures.

I was luckier with this guy …

 

He and his partner have been around for the last few weeks. It looks like a dove when flying and walking, but its colouring was more like a pigeon. However, the colours and patterns didn’t fit seem to fit either with any certainty.  Now, I have finally figured out it is a Eurasian Collared Dove.

They are more than welcome whoever they are!

Image: Glass and Brick

Poem: Diner Waitress

 

The waitress at the county’s

favourite luncheonette counter

swings and sings

the songs of the sixties

 

“She walks like an angel,

talks like an angel”

 

jiving and gesturing with the farmers

and truckers and travelers

flashing her eyes

delivering pies a la mode

 

“In Dreams, you’re mine,

All of the time”

 

dancing and prancing to mothers

and all kinds of others

soothing and smoothing

and smooching and cooing

 

“Mashed potato, yeah, yeah, yeah

The mashed potato, yeah, yeah, yeah”

 

passing the work day with nary a cloud

of concern no matter the crowd

that packs in the cafe

each afternoon.