SOUNDS OF DOVES

Doesn’t one just love the sound of Doves in the early morning or as the sun
sets? Calling to each other as if the world was going to swallow them up. This
type of bird, which is supposedly a bird of romance, sounds like a rooster with
something constricting its vocal cords. Non-stop ‘Ca ca-co, Ca ca-co, Ca ca-co”.
The repetition of their sounds is enough to make me take up skin diving during
these times of the day when they need to communicate loudly. Perhaps the blowing
bubble sounds of the fish would be less boisterously repetitive? It’s as if these
birds need neutering of their voice boxes. There should maybe be a law for
fledglings, not unlike six-month-old dogs and cats for removing part of their
privates. The birds would be required to have their voice boxes altered so that
they make those noises less frequently so they could take a breath. If I wasn’t
afraid of the critters I could catch one and train it to coo regularly or not at
all. Now I’m sure to some of you you’d rather it be me whose voice box was altered
but I assure you my voice box is already dimmed therefore this blogging so I shall
continue my verbal opinion on paper.
While I’m at it don’t you just love to slip & slide after birds leave their
markings aka calling cards? We have that quite abit in the town I live in. The
city put in, at least, a five million dollar brick front street whose red color
lasted for approximately two weeks when suddenly it got a sort of black and white
sheen to it. The city fathers tried bird control for a short time but the birds
found mating under the pier engaging and less stressful for some unfathomable
reason, proliferating and forming new species. Now we have Ravpigeons, a
combination Raven and pigeon. Or Seapigeons, a combination Sea gull and pigeon,
and Ravseas, Ravens and seagulls. All of these flying feathered critters are
interesting if one doesn’t mind dodging the birds as they swoop down to attack a
person as they defend what they assume to be their territority which is turning
out to be any street in town. Trying to eat a meal peacefully at most local eating
places is an ordeal as the flying objects land on your table, fly into the
restaurant you’re trying to eat in, or constantly try to grab something out of
your hand. All of this brings up the topic of the Doves cooing. At least the
Ravens talk to each other in different tones, the sea-gulls are out at sea mostly
so you can’t hear them, & the pigeons aren’t quite so talkative perhaps because it
seems they’re always horney and don’t have much time for chatter. So when you
listen to the reiterating noises of the romance bird enjoy it since I’ll be in
congress lobbying for bird voice activation control.