The American Robin (photo courtesy Peter LaTourette)
Thee Mourning Dove (photo courtesy of Peter LaTourette)
A few days ago we had a visitor drop by on the terrace, the door was open and he quietly wandered to the step, looked into the living room and then wandered back out. I threw some bread for him and, 'Maurice', as we have named him has been back every day since, for breakfast and lunch. He is a 'Mourning Dove', potters around between the plants, sometimes inspecting the plants from the rims of the pots, eats his meal and then flys off. He's quite shy, and I haven't been able to get a picture of him yet, but haven't given up.
This morning Maurice was not the only visitor, a Blue Jay stopped by first, and helped himself to some of Maurice's breakfast, then an American Robin, which isn't a robin at at all but a type of Thrush.
While I have been writing here this morning the Jay and Maurice have both been back, so perhaps I need to put a small bird table on the terrace to let them know they are welcome on the 19th floor.
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