Fortunately, the babies — who now look less like babies, and more like adult doves — are able to fly short distances now.
Steve tried building them a new nest from pine straw (see below), but they weren’t going for it. Instead, they fluttered over to a bush on our front lawn, and spent the day sitting in its shade — unless someone got close enough to take a picture, in which case they hurried to the other side of the bush.
It’s a dicey situation — they’re just three or four yards from the street. Where are their parents? We have no idea. (Isn’t that so often the case, with kids in trouble?
Lora ran out and bought them some mealworms, which apparently is something that sounds appetizing if you’re a dove. She put that out with some water.
Here’s hoping they’re OK when we get there tomorrow.