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| Each day before darkness I hear "coo coo coo coo". It's not the doves in nests. I've been searching for the caller. Finally I found her sitting on garden rail. Coo coo coo, and then a beautiful dove "ballet". |
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| She knew the lens was pointed at her. No fuss. Suddenly a second dove flew to the top of the lamp post. More coo coo coo. |
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| And then totally by surprise a "family" of doves, about 9, flew into the tall trees to roost for the night. Now I know what all the calling is about, call for bed time. They don't always pick the same tall tree, but it's their routine. Coo coo coo, come in for the night. |
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