Last night as I was sitting behind my laptop talking to my brother in Germany via an unusually well behaved Skype, I received an unexpected visitor which, after circling the room, settled on my laptop keyboard. The first thing such visitors do when settling down is have a poo but this one, seeing my hands suddenly still, hopped onto my finger. Well I never! I thought.
|A most welcome surprise visitor, a Collared Dove (Streptopelia roseogrisea)|
I used my laptop to take a photo of it fearing that at any second she may take fright but she seemed perfectly content in her new and no doubt unusual surroundings. I placed her on my printer on top of which lay my old beret into which she settled.
Alex came in from the shop and I showed him our new guest.
'Can I hold her Daddy?' he asked.
'Don't grab her,' I said, 'just stick your finger out in front of her,'
To his delight (and mine, I love to see him happy), she hopped onto his finger and stayed there. So I took a photo with my camera.
I left the windows and the doors open all evening. Occasionally, she went for a little walk all around the house but always came back to my desk where I would pick her up and return her to my beret.
This morning, I made a cup of tea and sat out on the veranda as usual. As I sipped my tea, she stuck her head out of the open door, saw me and flew up to the veranda rail which she walked up and down cooing away as if having a conversation. Then, with one last look at me, she said something else and flew off.
I Googled a translation of what she had cooed in parting. The result came back as:
'Not a good day for climbing ladders.'