Every year, without fail, for the past five years, this momma dove has laid her eggs in a nest she’s built up in our eaves.
Usually, things run really smoothly. She lays her eggs, and a few little baby doves pop up their heads after a few days. Then daddy dove and momma dove take turns watching the kids while the other flies off to feed.
But this time, daddy dove was nowhere to be seen. And only one baby dove made it. My kids pissed off momma dove one day by making too much noise, and I haven’t seen her since.
Three days went by, no sign of momma dove. Baby dove was just sitting up in his nest, anxious. I got anxious. Baby dove looked hungry and scared, and at night, he puffed out his feathers for all they were worth and slept all alone.
Each day I got more pissed at momma dove. I started researching what to do if a baby dove is abandoned. Today, after I got off work, I actually called the Lindsey Wildlife Hospital to see what they thought I should do. After thinking on it, I decided to let nature take its course and keep the faith it would all work out okay. And if I didn’t see momma dove in the next 24 hours, I was going to begin feeding baby dove myself.
All night I’ve been keeping a close eye on baby dove. He climbed out of his nest. He picked his feathers a lot. He stretched out his wings. I was worried about him.
Even more so when my husband yelled, “He’s not there anymore!!!” I ran downstairs and then slowly opened the front door. To my horror, baby dove had jumped out of the eave and was on the patio. He must have been starving. I crumbled up some wheat bread and tossed the crumbs next to him.
He freaked out and took off flying.
Not one second passed before momma dove came out of nowhere and followed her baby out into the great big world. She was there. She was always there. She was just giving him space so that he could work up the courage to jump by himself.
Oh my goodness. What an incredible thing to witness. Just incredible.
A picture of baby dove from a few days ago.