Birdwatch
Mar 01, 2022
2 minutes
BY JOHN THAXTON
hen I think of unsung beauty I think of mourning doves, with their gorgeous, smooth pale brown plumage flecked with black and their pretty, pale blue eyelids. I also think of their squeaky wingbeats as they take to the air from a branch overhead or from the
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