DB was busy working on the new log store when he popped his head inside and asked for the camera.
Sitting on our garden gate was a baby collared dove:
We sat and watched it for a few moments as the parents came back to feed it:
They kept trying to entice it back into the trees at the front, eventually it landed in a rather slapdash manner on the front gravel:
Now a bully of a wood pigeon keeps chasing it and them. Blasted things. When we first moved here there were only a few pairs of collared doves, now they are in the minority and the wood pigeons have taken over. When they have their early morning fights on the roof, it sounds like someone running along the roof in hob nailed boots!