A dove story.
I saw a dove pair hanging out today. A sweet dove couple. Aren’t they always sweet? Dove couples seem tighter than other bird pairs, don’t they? You see one, and sure enough, there’s the mate. Doves are into some kind of sweet togetherness.
One of my favorite bird stories tells the passion of two such doves. They were gray birds, and I think they were doves. Possibly catbirds, but I think doves. I’ve decided doves. I was sitting inside, near the patio doors, and noticed two gray birds on the wood floor of the deck, just barely on the other side of my door. My first reaction was something like alarm. Like whoah, like a little kid’s reaction catching parents in the act. Like, alarm! Like, what are they doing?
One gray bird was attacking another gray bird, like a mugging. It looked pretty brutal. I thought birds of the same species didn’t attack each other in such a personal way, so I thought. I’ve seen territorial battles, which generally involve dive-bombing and fly-by-pecking. But this was more like a serious, personal, life-threatening assault. One bird was physically attacking the other, something like attempted murder, right there on the floor of the deck, a few feet from me. I guess as I debated if it was my responsibility to break up this brutality, it occurred to me it wasn’t more than a bird’s version of carnal knowledge. Doves look to me to be reasonably gentle creatures, a bit slow, and almost a bit dumb, in their slowness. What was happening between these two birds, though, seemed unexpectedly rough, not a gentle coupling at all.
It didn’t last long. After a moment or two, as I watched, the assaulter righted himself, fluffed a bit, and flew off. Then she collected herself and did likewise. That’s when I concluded it was just sex between two seemingly consenting adult birds. Two adult birds doing what birds do, I guess. It was a rough and tumble session, then they each fluffed their feathers and flew off, and you almost expected one or the other to light a cigarette, hop onto the nearby rail, and look out into the night for a while. But no, despite the apparent nature of doves, togetherness and all that, right after the act, togetherness didn’t seem to be part of what was expected.
I guess the funniest part to me was my reaction…that I thought things were amiss in the animal kingdom when doves are attacking doves. Nah, those gentle seemingly in-love doves I saw tonight…they’ve probably done the same. Maybe that’s why they flew off, I’d like to think, for some privacy.
The dove story. The familiar coo, pairings and sexy instincts, a rough execution, the essential fluffing, and the realities. Who knew?
For real, birds and the bees, etc., but inspired by the one and only Prince, 1984…When Doves Cry.