I have come to recognize the mating rituals of the gentle Mourning Doves...the male fluffs and preens his feathers and the female shakes her tail...
then they "kiss" with open beaks...it looks like the female even has her eyes closed here...
then they make this beautiful sculpture...
and then flutter up to the bird bath to have a drink...
meanwhile the quail are still raising little ones...here they are walking down the road after sunset...
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