In addition to Goldfinches, we’ve also got plenty of Mourning Doves. Sometimes I think we have too many Mourning Doves. Not exactly a rare bird.
On the other hand, they have a certain appeal. I like that call they make: Coo-oo, Coo Coo. If you’ve never heard a Mourning Dove call, here’s a link. Also, when Mourning Doves take off into the air they make this squeaky sound, like they need some WD-40. It’s actually the wind rushing through their wings.
Mourning Doves like to eat on the ground, but they also eat on my platform feeder, which I fill with safflower seed. They congregate on the platform and look like they are all chatting at a cocktail party, asking each other if they’ve read anything good lately.
Some people hunt Mourning Doves, which I don’t understand. They can’t have much meat on their bones. I remember when I worked in the Wisconsin legislature (almost 20 years ago), Mourning Dove hunting was a highly charged issue. There was this one state representative who kept a stuffed Mourning Dove on his desk, impaled on a fork. He was one of the pro-hunting lawmakers.
No hunting is allowed in the suburban town where we live, which is mainly a good thing (though I’d support an exception for rabbits).
They’re not really an exciting bird, but still I like having Mourning Doves around.