The plaintive ‘cheep … cheep’, rather like a mournful whistle, attracted my attention as I was about to leave off watching birds in the garden this afternoon. So intent had I been on the antics of the Pin-tailed Whydah and the Village Weavers among others that I had not noticed the fledgling Laughing Dove perched on the hinge of the French door not even a metre away from where I was sitting! When had it arrived?
Having observed it for some minutes, I rushed indoors for my camera – happy to see it still in place on my return. Note the yellow down still fringing the feathers and the characteristic white tail feathers. Although I have not seen a Laughing Dove nest, I assume there must be one nearby. There are several of them feeding on the lawn at the moment – any one of them could be this fledgling’s parent.