"Ohoho what's this?" my three readers are no doubt exclaiming, at the sight of a post that is not a monthly rabbit. I have clearly been uninspired to write here for some time, in part because this blorg had mainly become a litany of things I see in my back yard. Birds and rabbits, birds and rabbits! Which was making me think sadly about the photos Mark's dad took toward the end of his life, all of them capturing only what he could see from his La-Z-Boy (the TV, mostly).
Nevertheless, onto the birds I saw today while walking Clover: SO MANY DOVES. Maybe 20? Flying and landing on a roof, clearly doves, not their streetwise pigeon cousins. I held the thought in my head all the way home: look up terms of venery for doves. I had to remember rather than search on the go* because I've been deliberately leaving my phone at home more often, to prove to myself it's not a remote control required for my normal functioning. Also because I was wearing lightweight summery clown pants that become more clownish when I put items in my pockets.
As usual, there are many collective nouns to choose from when it comes to doves. I like dole and pitying. Also bevy. A dole of doves. A bevy of doves.
*related: no photographic evidence
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