Doves have been special to us ever since our courtship. When we moved to our current house we were delighted to see that there were doves nesting under the solar panels opposite. (See previous blog.)
However the owners of the solar panels were less impressed and blocked the birds’ access with wire netting. Still convinced that it was their home, the doves returned for a while but soon it became rarer to see them.
I missed them.
Then I overheard a conversation in an upmarket junk shop in Cornwall. A woman browsing amongst the stuffed owls and Formica table tops was telling her companion how she had been given three pairs of doves as a wedding gift and now had a whole flock.
My ears flapped. My mouth gaped. I looked down to see I was gripping an antique prosthetic leg.
Hastily I put it down and left to ring Nigel. "We could get our own doves!"
Nigel did some research.
There was an obstacle. In order to feel that our garden was their home, the birds would need to be cooped up here for 6 weeks.
"But when would we be at home all the time for six whole weeks?"
When I've had surgery on my foot. That's when.
So we are seizing the day and getting some doves. At last I will not be the only one being "cooped up" at our house.