For some time now we've had a family of collared doves feeding from our garden (I call them a family, but I'm not certain. It's what appears to be two adults and a smaller one that we think of as the baby. So we've called them a family).
They've got progressively bolder and friendlier. We started out putting down some seeds and bread crumbs for them. Firstly down the bottom of the garden, and then I thought I'd test the water by throwing crumbs for them closer each time. It got to the stage where they would feed just a few feet away.
They were a bit twitchy. Slow, careful movements and they would stay feeding where they were. A sudden movement and they would either run away or hop away a few feet - out of 'strike' distance.
But this morning I was eating my breakfast and one of them landed on the table next to me. I broke off a crumb of my toast and put it on the table. The dove took it. So I put down another piece, no more than a foot from me, and he took that as well. Then I thought I'd give it a go. I held out another piece, but this time I kept it in my hand. The dove took that as well!
I managed to feed a wild bird from my hand! This is not some towny pigeon who flutters around Trafalgar Square pestering tourists - we live in a rural area and so I expect they're not so comfortable being around humans.
It felt really good knowing that the animal trusted me. It was a double-edged sword though, because I also felt it would be infinitely safer being scared of humans (one can often hear the sound of shotguns in nearby fields).
I've been excited about the experience since it happened and I know I'm going to bore to death everyone I see today when I tell them about it. This forum just happens to be first.
They've got progressively bolder and friendlier. We started out putting down some seeds and bread crumbs for them. Firstly down the bottom of the garden, and then I thought I'd test the water by throwing crumbs for them closer each time. It got to the stage where they would feed just a few feet away.
They were a bit twitchy. Slow, careful movements and they would stay feeding where they were. A sudden movement and they would either run away or hop away a few feet - out of 'strike' distance.
But this morning I was eating my breakfast and one of them landed on the table next to me. I broke off a crumb of my toast and put it on the table. The dove took it. So I put down another piece, no more than a foot from me, and he took that as well. Then I thought I'd give it a go. I held out another piece, but this time I kept it in my hand. The dove took that as well!
I managed to feed a wild bird from my hand! This is not some towny pigeon who flutters around Trafalgar Square pestering tourists - we live in a rural area and so I expect they're not so comfortable being around humans.
It felt really good knowing that the animal trusted me. It was a double-edged sword though, because I also felt it would be infinitely safer being scared of humans (one can often hear the sound of shotguns in nearby fields).
I've been excited about the experience since it happened and I know I'm going to bore to death everyone I see today when I tell them about it. This forum just happens to be first.