Every day is different, the doves

Two babies. #3 has vanished. Parents are ready for feeding session. Kids know it.

Feeding time much calmer. Big babies.

Through the middle of this runs the common yellow throat warbler. Nobody pays attention.

I have no idea what this was all about. Another brood? In this poopy nest? God forbid!

I have no idea what this body language means. I don't think I was being mooned.

This baby knows how to pick up a bit of food, but not what to do with it.

Black and white warbler up in same tree, totally ignored by doves.

New perch spot for kids, big rock slowly becoming poopy rock.

Quiet after eating. This was one of the few times that the nest area was sunlit.
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