Remember that true story I told a few weeks ago. Well it has got to the stage now where I don't have to go to the bird feeder for the Doves. They come to me.
Every morning I go out my back door for a cigarette (I know, I did stop for a month, but it got the better of me) and these two are waiting for me on the fence.
Not razor sharp as I'm a bit shaky first thing.
and a little video to go with the pictures....