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Soft Coos Across the Fields: Discovering the Mourning Dove

The mourning dove may be one of North America’s most familiar birds, but its soft coo, unusual drinking method, prolific breeding, and remarkable adaptability reveal a surprisingly fascinating story.

I still remember the first time I truly noticed a mourning dove. Its soft, rolling coo, both familiar and strangely melancholy, drew my gaze to a slender gray-brown bird foraging in the ground cover amid shrubbery.

The long, pointed tail and gentle movements caught my attention and for a moment I simply watched, captivated by its presence. That first encounter revealed how easily this unassuming bird can go overlooked yet how much it adds to the subtle rhythms of the landscape—a reminder that even the most ordinary-seeming creatures have stories worth noticing.

In Learning to Speak Bird: An Introduction, I began exploring the delicate art of noticing birds—their movements, their calls, and the subtle ways they shape the world around us.

In Learning to Speak Bird: Common North American Birds, I widened the lens, considering the broad categories of birds that inhabit our landscapes and how slowing down along a trail, a roadside, or in a quiet park transforms birdwatching into a practice of mindfulness and curiosity.

That exploration then narrowed to a single, deeply rooted species in A Bird of Place: The Cactus Wren where place and bird became inseparable.

From there, the series continues by turning its attention to a bird that is less defined by a single place, yet deeply woven into many landscapes we share. The mourning dove does not announce itself with bold colors or dramatic behavior; instead, it reveals its presence through sound, repetition, and quiet familiarity.

By slowing down and listening—really listening—this next chapter invites a closer look at a species so common it is often overlooked, and in doing so, returns us to the practice of noticing that lies at the heart of learning to speak bird.

One of North America’s most familiar birds, the mourning dove continues to thrive across an extraordinary range of landscapes. *© Rex Vogel, all rights reserved*

The familiar and the overlooked

Noticing the mourning dove

At first glance, the mourning dove is unassuming—a soft gray-brown bird with a slender, white-edged tail, dark eyes, and a gentle profile—but its presence is pervasive, from open fields and farmland to backyard feeders and suburban streets. Its familiar, plaintive coo drifts across landscapes, a constant yet often overlooked soundtrack to our surroundings.

Beneath this quiet exterior lies a story of resilience and adaptability: a species that thrives across vast ranges, breeds prolifically, and endures with a patience and persistence that can teach us as much about the rhythms of life as any more dramatic or flamboyant bird. Watching a mourning dove is an exercise in attentiveness, a reminder that even the most common creatures carry subtle, extraordinary stories worth noticing.

The soft, mournful coo of the mourning dove is one of the most recognizable bird sounds across North America carrying a gentle melancholy from the forests of southern Canada to the deserts of central Mexico.

This unassuming bird is everywhere—perched along roadsides, in open fields, or quietly feeding in backyards—yet its ubiquity belies a remarkable adaptability. Settlement and the clearing of forests created landscapes perfectly suited to the mourning dove and the species has made the most of these changes thriving in open country and suburban edges alike.

Its success is driven by an extraordinary reproductive rhythm. In warm climates, a single pair may raise up to six broods in a single year—more than any other native North American bird. This prolific pace allows mourning doves to rebound quickly from losses and adapt to changing landscapes shaped by both nature and human activity. Quietly and consistently, they turn persistence into abundance.

Watching a mourning dove becomes a lesson in quiet persistence where plaintive coos, delicate flight, and a gentle presence reveal that resilience often speaks in the softest tones. These birds move through the landscape with easy familiarity feeding along roadsides or lifting suddenly into the air at the slightest disturbance. In their steady, unassuming lives, mourning doves remind us that survival is often patient, calm, and quietly assured.

For those looking to spot mourning doves in the wild, their presence is often easier to hear than see. Listen first for the soft, rolling coo echoing across fields, fence lines, and quiet suburban streets. These birds favor open landscapes including farmlands, grasslands, and scattered woodlands but they are equally at home in backyard feeders or along roadside trees.

Watching them reveals the subtle details of their behavior from the sudden, pointed lift of their flight into the sky to the careful way they tend their young in simple twig nests. In every glance, they remind us that even the most common birds hold quiet stories of adaptation, survival, and the rhythms of life in the landscapes we share.

A pair of mourning doves sharing the landscape. *© Rex Vogel, all rights reserved*

Identifying the mourning dove

Subtle features, familiar voice

The mourning dove is full of subtle clues and fascinating behaviors that make it a joy to watch. Its scientific name, Zenaida macroura, offers a hint to one of its most distinctive features: “macroura” comes from the Greek words for “long tail.”

The bird’s slender, tapered tail, edged with white on the outer feathers sets it apart from cousins like the Eurasian Collared-Dove or the white-winged dove whose tails end in blunt, square tips.

Notoriously wary, mourning doves often lift off at the slightest disturbance producing a sharp whistling sound. Surprisingly, this noise isn’t vocal—it comes from the wings themselves vibrating as air rushes through the feathers. It serves as more than a startle; researchers have discovered that the sound can trigger other birds to take flight acting as an airborne alarm across the landscape.

With its soft gray-brown plumage and long, pointed tail, the mourning dove is one of North America’s most recognizable songbirds. *© Rex Vogel, all rights reserved*

Eating and drinking

Seeds, sips, and quiet efficiency

Despite their delicate appearance, these birds are hearty eaters. When a mourning dove finds a seed-rich patch, it gorges quickly, storing food in its crop—a throat pouch where seeds can be softened and partially digested before the bird flies off to a safe spot. On average, a dove consumes 12 to 20 percent of its body weight each day and one unusually industrious individual was recorded with over 17,000 bluegrass seeds in its crop at once.

These doves also drink in a unique way: unlike most birds, they suck up water through their beaks like a straw, pumping with their tongues to create a vacuum. This efficient method minimizes the time they are vulnerable to predators while hydrating.

Songs, courtship, and nesting

Cooing, courting, caring

The cooing that defines this species is rarely idle chatter. Most often, a male mourning dove is singing from a favored perch hoping to attract a mate. He will defend his prime spot vigorously keeping other males away while projecting his song across fields and open landscapes.

When it comes to nesting, these doves are both prolific and pragmatic. Their nests are quickly assembled loosely woven piles of twigs and stems that often reveal the eggs through gaps at the bottom. Location matters little: while trees and shrubs are common choices, doves will nest in everything from flower pots to air conditioning units often surprising observers with their resourcefulness.

Mourning doves are seasonally monogamous and astonishingly productive. In warm climates, a single pair can raise up to six broods in a year with each female laying just two eggs per clutch. Both parents share incubation duties over the roughly two-week period before hatching.

Once the chicks emerge, the adults feed them a remarkable substance called crop milk—a nutrient-rich, cottage cheese–like secretion unique to doves and pigeons. This “milk” is so potent that studies feeding it to other young birds, like chickens, demonstrated enhanced growth and immunity.

From features to recognition: Identifying the mourning dove

How distinctive traits help us truly see the bird

To truly notice the mourning dove, it helps to look closely at its distinctive features and subtle behaviors—an approach that turns casual observation into a deeper understanding of this familiar yet often overlooked bird.

Description: Long, pointed tail shows white spots along the edge in flight; mostly plain with black spots on its wings. The adult male is tinged pinkish on the chest and blue-gray on the crown; the female is duller with plain brown plumage. Scaly-looking young bird is sometimes mistaken for Inca dove or common ground dove.
Size: Approximately 9-13 inches in length with a wingspan of 17 inches (about the size of a robin)
Color: Black, brown, gray, pink, tan, white
Appearance: Soft gray-brown bird with a subtle blush on the chest, small black spots on the wings, and a long, tapered tail edged in white.
Wing: Pointed with black spots
Tail: Long, pointed wedge-shaped with white spots along the edge in flight.
Songs and calls: Low mournful (hence its name) coo-ah, coo, coo, coo. The Cornell Lab Macaulay library has a collection of hundreds of sound clips
Habitat: Farms, towns, open woods, roadsides, and grasslands. The Mourning Dove is found in almost any kind of open or semi-open habitat in temperate parts of North America including forest clearings, farmland, suburbs, prairies, and deserts. It may be most common in edge habitats having both trees and open ground but it is also found in some treeless areas. Avoids unbroken forest.
Eggs: 2. White. Incubation is by both parents, about 14 days.
Young: Both parents feed young “pigeon milk.” Young leave nest at about 15 days, usually wait nearby to be fed for next 1-2 weeks. One pair may raise as many as 5-6 broods per year in southern areas.

Mourning doves are common visitors to open fields, parks, roadsides, and backyard feeding areas. *© Rex Vogel, all rights reserved*

Behavior and adaptability

Calm, clever, resilient

The mourning dove forages primarily on the ground methodically walking as it searches for fallen seeds though it will occasionally perch on low plants to reach food. At bird feeders, it often prefers to eat beneath elevated platforms gathering spilled seed rather than feeding directly above.

True to its efficient nature, the dove eats quickly, filling its crop before retreating to a quiet perch to digest. To help break down hard seeds, it regularly swallows small bits of grit—an essential aid in processing its simple, seed-based diet.

Seeds make up nearly the entire diet of the mourning dove—about 99 percent of what it eats. It favors the seeds of cultivated grains as well as those of grasses, ragweeds, and a wide variety of other plants which it typically gathers from the ground.

Animal food plays only a minor role: Mourning doves will occasionally consume small snails and only very rarely take insects relying instead on a steady, seed-based diet that supports their prolific lifestyle.

At feeders, these usually calm birds reveal a surprisingly mellow social side. Studies tracking bird interactions found that while larger species often dominate, mourning doves tend to avoid aggressive disputes calmly sharing space with smaller, feistier birds like downy woodpeckers and warblers. Yet their size and persistence do give them an advantage over some rivals allowing them to hold their ground when necessary.

Adaptability is one of the mourning dove’s greatest strengths. Found across North America in habitats ranging from farmland and parks to backyards and deserts, these birds can even drink slightly brackish water in arid regions without dehydrating—a trait that helps them survive in harsh environments like the Southwestern deserts.

And when it comes to drinking, they employ a rare method: unlike most birds, they can suck up water through their beaks like a straw, pumping with their tongues to create a vacuum. This quick, efficient method reduces the time they are vulnerable to predators while hydrating themselves.

From their elegant tails and plaintive coos to their surprising resilience and adaptability, mourning doves reveal layers of life that are easy to overlook. Watching them offers a window into the quiet persistence of a species perfectly attuned to the open landscapes they call home.

A mourning dove pauses while foraging for seeds on the ground. *© Rex Vogel, all rights reserved*

Doves of the shared landscape

Similarities and subtle differences

The mourning dove belongs to a familiar family yet it is only one voice in a chorus of doves that share our landscapes particularly in the southern and southwestern United States.

Closely related but noticeably larger and bulkier, the white-winged dove carries a heavier presence, its broad wings marked with bold white flashes easily seen in flight. Once largely tied to desert habitats, the white-winged dove is now a common summer resident across much of the Southwest, thriving in towns and suburbs alongside the mourning dove while remaining distinct in size, posture, and wing pattern.

Smaller doves bring a different kind of subtlety. The Inca dove, tiny and intricately patterned with tan, scaly-looking feathers, blends almost seamlessly into suburban desert settings. It often goes unnoticed until it suddenly takes flight, its wings producing a dry, rattling whir as chestnut underwings and white tail markings flash in the sunlight.

Even more diminutive is the common ground dove, scarcely larger than a sparrow. Often feeding in dusty, open areas, it can be nearly invisible beneath grass clumps and low cover, its muted plumage blending perfectly with the ground. Only when it lifts off—accompanied by a soft rattling of feathers and a flicker of reddish-brown in the wings—does it reveal itself.

Together, these small, attractive doves form a quiet cast of characters across the southernmost parts of the United States. While each species differs in size, voice, and flight style, they share a common tendency to slip beneath our notice, reminding us once again that learning to speak bird often begins with learning to look more closely at what is already around us.

A celebration of the mourning dove

Quiet wonder, enduring grace

The mourning dove invites us to slow down, listen, and pay attention to the subtle rhythms of the world around us. Its soft, rolling coos echo across fields, grasslands, and backyards offering a gentle soundtrack to our days. Watching a mourning dove is an exercise in noticing—the quick, pointed lift of its wings, the careful tending of its young, the quiet persistence with which it forages and thrives.

What is remarkable about this unassuming bird is not flashy color or dramatic behavior but its resilience, adaptability, and prolific nature. From raising multiple broods a year to thriving across vast and varied landscapes, the mourning dove quietly demonstrates the power of consistency, patience, and attentiveness. Each glance, each coo, each subtle movement reminds us that even the most common creatures carry extraordinary stories.

In celebrating the mourning dove, we celebrate the art of noticing itself—the way paying attention to movement, sound, and presence can deepen our understanding of the natural world. In its soft coos and gentle flights, the mourning dove offers more than a momentary observation; it provides a lesson in mindfulness, curiosity, and the enduring beauty found in the everyday lives of birds.

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Step outside and a hidden world comes to life—one filled with color, song, and quiet drama just beyond your door. In Backyard Birds, Sandra Vogel invites you to slow down and discover the beauty waiting in your own backyard.

Editor’s Note: As well as being my daughter, Sandra Vogel is a writer and former community newspaper editor. Also a nature lover and avid gardener, she spends as much time outdoors and in natural settings with her husband and two dogs as possible—including in the mountains near where she lives— enjoying camping, hiking, photography, native plant identification and motorcycling. When not outdoors, she also enjoys “upcycling”—turning unwanted clothing into wearable art. How does that sound? (Is “plant identification” a thing? I mean, is there a different term for it that’s somewhere between botanist and “plant-er” … which could be the vegetation equivalent of bird-er but probably isn’t?)

I’ll start this with a confession: My surname means bird in both German and Dutch but best not to think of me as a “birder,” at least not in the way most people use the term. I don’t check off birds I’ve seen on a master list, I don’t travel with the intention of seeking out a specific species and I can’t focus a pair of binoculars on a bird-like object high up in a tree to save my life.

You could confidently call me a nature watcher though. And birds, with their often colourful plumage and distinct voices, are typically one of the most obvious animals in a natural area. Plus, they often spend a lot of time in trees, which I love enthusiastically and will hug at random. (Though I’m not a tree hugger in the way most people use the term either.)

For the past 30 years, I’ve lived in two different valleys in southern British Columbia—first the Okanagan Valley and now the Creston Valley—both crucial to numerous migratory birds as they journey between their breeding grounds in western Canada and wintering areas in the US, Central and South America. This route, the Pacific Flyway, is one of four major migratory bird routes, stretching from the Arctic southward to Patagonia, Argentina and Chile.

As a result, we host plenty of visiting bird species such as the Tundra swan, Calliope hummingbird, and barn swallow. But there are also numerous full-timers thanks to our milder-than-is-typically-Canadian winters. Black capped chickadees, downy woodpeckers, nuthatches, ospreys, bald eagles, and wild turkeys are just a few of the bird species that stick around all year

As a result, I don’t have to travel far to see a plethora of different birds. In fact, since I live in the country with a backyard full of coniferous trees and keep a fully stocked bird feeder, I don’t even have to leave my yard.

So let’s start small from the back door and work our way up, shall we?

Purple finch *© Sandra Vogel, all rights reserved*

Calliope Hummingbird – tiniest bird, best living arrangement

Calliope hummingbirds are the smallest native bird species in North America and one of my favourites. Weighing in at just two or three grams—the merest fraction of an ounce—they can be remarkably feisty for their size, sometimes even chasing the larger Anna’s and Rufous off the feeders in spring. These tiny winged wonders and their Napoleon complexes arrive in late April, raise their young and head back to central or southwestern Mexico—a distance of over 2,000 miles—usually in late September. If that’s not the perfect living arrangement—not to mention and incredible journey for one so small—I don’t know what is!

But in the meantime, they’re frequent visitors to my hummingbird feeders. In fact, if I don’t have the feeders filled when they arrive, a scout will inevitably find me in the garden and hover right in front of my face in what I assume is an (almost) silent request for me to rectify the situation. The same thing happens if I accidentally let the feeders run dry.

But by mid-summer, the Calliopes seem to abandon the feeder to the larger hummingbirds and spend much of the day flying between the flowering marshmallow and comfrey plants in my medicinal herb garden and the mature spruce trees across the road. I’d wager there’s a tiny, well-hidden nest over there whose wee tenants are keeping their parents busy all day. You’ve got to respect a parent that chooses to raise young on natural food rather than fast food!

Once the young fledge, one of their first stops is the scarlet runner beans planted on the trellis that shades my back deck from the hot southern sunshine. For a week or two, I’ll regularly see a trainee Calliope trying to work out how to aim its long bill into a bright red flower that’s in constant motion thanks to a summer breeze.

Red Breasted Nuthatch

One of the prettiest tiny birds going with their striped black and white heads, grey-blue back, and tail feathers and rusty-orange bellies, red breasted nuthatches are busy, single-minded birds during breeding season. They’ll dart into the feeder in between the sparrows and chickadees, grab a seed and return to their nests dozens of times in a row.

As is the case with chickadees, I’m particularly keen to attract nuthatches because they also eat bugs. So we hang the feeders in the apple trees hoping they’ll help reduce the number of pests that prey on our crop.

Two years ago, a nuthatch built a nest in one of the apple trees. I discovered it while thinning the fruit. Despite my surprised face appearing about two feet away and right at eye level, she refused to leave the nest, giving me what I can only describe as “the beady eyeball.” I wished her and her family well and left her alone for the rest of the season. Hopefully she hatched a nest-full of equally active and attractive bug catchers!

Black-capped Chickadee

In sharp contrast to the serious and territorial Calliope hummingbirds and the single-minded nuthatches, black-capped chickadees are like happy-go-lucky United Nations ambassadors. I’ll often see these year-round residents dining at the feeder alongside nuthatches, sparrows, and purple finches. In fact, outside of breeding season, they often form foraging flocks with other species. At the feeder they’ll dive in to grab a seed and fly to the nearest branch to pry it open, frequently stopping work to air their familiar chick-a-dee-dee-dee call. They seem to spend more time playing—fluttering from branch to branch with their buddies and chatting—than actually getting down to the bird business of eating.

Though I’ve never managed to accomplish this because I’m hard pressed to stand still for long enough in my large garden, these are the birds you see eating out of people’s hands. They’re that friendly and not in the least shy. And there’s just something about them that makes you happy when you take the time to watch and listen to them.

Pine Siskin

These tiny seed seekers with their pretty yellow and brown striped plumage are frequent visitors. Once the young are introduced to the feeders, we often find them napping there among the seeds, head cocked to the side. In fact, sometimes they’re so sound asleep, we’re able to pet the top of a tiny head! Sound sleep doesn’t seem a viable survival strategy in a bird, yet there are pine siskin aplenty.

Downy Woodpecker

The smallest woodpecker in this area, the Downy woodpecker is perhaps the shiest birds to visit our yard. I love their colouring—white belly, black wings with white freckles and a small red prayer cap for the males—and how “downy” they are. It gives the mature birds a youthful, fresh-out-of-the-egg vibe.

These are the acrobats of the woodpecker family, though the entire species does seem to manage their fair share of feats of upside down dangling.

A particularly cuddly-looking little specimen frequents one of our old apple trees year-round, no doubt keeping its bark free from whatever tiny insects were hoping to reside there indefinitely. If it notices me noticing it, this little guy will take a few steps around the trunk and out of sight. I’ll circle around to get a better view—or, please, please, a decent photo—and it will again step to the side out of view. Apparently one of us doesn’t have a garden to weed and can do this all day!

Robin

Up until this year, I thought of robins as the harbinger of spring. But the robins hung around all through our mild winter, joining up into large flocks and consuming trees’ worth of berries despite how I’ve always thought of them as loners.

Between their oddly soldier-like wing position and their penchant for viewing the neighbourhood from the top of the tallest tree, a convenient fencepost, or one of our tall orchard sprinklers, robins are the sentinels of the bird community. And as the last to go silent in the evening, they’re obviously on duty until dark.

Robins build their untidy nests all around our property—from the eaves of the house to the maple trees out back. And once the young fledge, there are always several small squadrons of speckled sentinels-in-training patrolling the grass for insects. Their quick run then halt method of locating prey would distinguish them from other ground foraging birds even if their colouring didn’t.

Sharp-shinned Hawk

Early last spring a sharp-shinned hawk spent a half-hour or so in our backyard, likely hunting the small birds that frequent our feeder on its way to northern BC or Alaska for the summer. In a reversal of what we typically see with migratory birds, they over-winter here and leave us before the heat of summer.

At between nine and 13 inches in length, “sharpies” as they’re often called, are the smallest hawk in North America and exhibit the most extreme sexual dimorphism of any raptor on the continent. The females are usually about one-third larger than the males. With their slate-grey backs and fine orange and white bars below, these are very attractive birds though those eyes do give them that somewhat formidable raptor stare!

Pileated Woodpecker

When you need a determined bird, look no further than the pileated woodpecker. These large Woody-woodpecker specimens seem to me to have the hardest job in the bird kingdom: hammering holes in unforgiving wood all day in order to eke out a bug or two. Sounds like a headache in the making! But apparently woodpeckers have built-in shock absorbers. Their long tongues reside in a structure called the hyoid apparatus—a Y-shaped system of bones and cartilage that runs from their beaks, curves up behind the skull and sometimes even loops around their eye sockets and over the cranial crest. This reduces impact on the brain during the high-speed pecking they have perfected.

I first met our pileated woodpecker while sitting in my living room in my favourite spot by the window. I was trying to read and it was trying to drill a hole from the outside in. While hanging from our cedar siding, the woodpecker stopped its work and stretched its neck over its right shoulder to get a better look at me. Having the feeling that I was being watched, I looked over my left shoulder and saw an upside down red head and beady black eyes staring at me. We looked at each other for a minute or two and then he slowly withdrew his head and got back to work. When my practical-minded husband asked if I’d shooed him off the house, I said “No, I went outside and took his picture.”

Wild Turkey

Given that they hang out in the yard every day and benefit from not infrequent handfuls of the sunflower seeds meant for the bird feeder, I’m hard pressed to call the turkeys in our neighbourhood “wild” though indeed they are.

Native to eastern North America, wild turkeys were introduced to the western United States as game birds and have continued to spread north. They weren’t present in my area of the Okanagan Valley but the Creston Valley is home to thousands of them. Here they substitute for the California quail that the Okanagan has aplenty.

If it wasn’t for their prehistoric looking heads and red to almost purple wattles, the opalescence of their brown barred feathers—which catch the light and change from purple to green—would make these birds quite attractive! Large at up to 25 pounds, they don’t spend a lot of time airborne, flying only to roost and when chased.

A large flock roosts in one of the huge spruce trees up the hill behind our house. And one morning I was awake at dawn—a rare occurrence—to see how their morning started. First one bird flew down and landed on the road, calling to the others who one or two at a time flew down to join it. Eventually there were 20 or more turkeys chattering away in front of the house before they went their separate ways in small groups to forage.

In winter, the turkeys often band together by the 20s or 30s and remain grouped through mating season before dividing up into family groups. In spring, the males spend a lot of their time strutting about with tails fanned out and feathers plumped, dragging their wing feathers on the ground, which makes a sound that can’t help but draw attention to them. We frequently see males chasing females around and around trees and later, females leading large clutches of fuzzy little chicks around the yard.

As there’s a lot in this valley for wild turkeys to eat, they don’t seem to bother the fenced gardens much in summer. But the odd one will make its way over the fence and into our dogs’ bad books. Once notified by the dogs, I’ve run out into the garden in my housecoat and slippers to chase a turkey out of the garden first thing in the morning more than once! Left to their own devices, they can do a quick number on your tidy rows of potential produce—something they’re prone to do to the backyard kale in winter when forage is scarce.

Beyond the backyard

Birds are the most diverse group of land vertebrates and I’ve only touched on a few of the species that visit my yard. Birds range in size from the tiniest of hummingbirds—Cuba’s bee hummingbird—to the ostrich, although the wandering albatross is said to be the largest flighted bird with a wingspan of up to 12 feet.

Whether large or small, in the back yard of further afield, birds represent a freedom that only taking to the sky and landing where and when you will can offer. For those of us restricted to a more land-locked existence, there’s something magical about that. And something equally special about bearing witness to the small part of their lives we glimpse by watching them.

I may not be a “real” bird watcher, but I can confidently say that there’s a simple joy to be experienced by witnessing birds at work and play in one’s own back yard—a reminder that nature carries on in the real world doing what it’s always done regardless of what’s happening in the more complex, contrived world of humans.

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