Watering My Dove

No, that's not some perverse euphemism. I really did just that. This Mourning Dove is nesting on a potted plant that my landlord installed on the ouside of my house, facing the patio that separates our houses. The bird sits amazingly still, and while I was spraying the plants, I forgot about her and doused her and her eggs well. She flushed, startling me. But now she has two fat chicks and tolerates amazingly close approach. (The bird in this photo is the male, with a contrastingly gray crown and nape.)