Sometimes the drama at the bird-feeder is better than TV.
Ring-necked Dove decided she wanted to perch at a table for two, but to dine alone. You know how a girl can want a little alone-time if the morning schedule has been particularly grueling, everyone vying for her attention and expecting her to accomplish the impossible with too little time and too few resources. She was only asking for 15 minutes, tops, to unwind and regroup. Well, ...and treat herself to some much-needed nourishment.
Alone time? Who was she kidding? The winged-paparazzi were there in minutes. First disguised as an uninterested passer-by. He wasn't terribly intrusive. But he had to go.
Then another who sneaked in nearly undetected, but was suddenly in-her-face obnoxious! She would not tolerate it today. She gave chase half-way round the table, and he left. But in seconds, he returned.
She puffed up, spread her tail, and flapped her wings in defiance of his very presence. He got the message.
I watched as he scampered down, up, back down, in circles, weighing the decision to join her again. Those flapping wings turned out to be too threatening ... and Miss Dove ... well, she made it to her next appointment on time, appearing unruffled.