This is my little ring necked dove, posing for me as my Christmas partridge. Isn't he cute?
In 1987, my friend Vivian, who raised these sweet doves, gave me a pair of them as a gift, along with a sizable cage built by one of her sons. They were so cute, and I loved their cooing and giggling, and docile, sweet nature.
Luckily for me, the two doves turned out to be two males, so I didn't end up with more partridges than I could handle! And the two were great friends and cage mates for 18 years.
Unfortunately, one of the doves flew over the Rainbow Bridge, almost two years ago, at the age 18. It was sad to find him one morning, fluffed up at the bottom of the cage, no longer breathing.
I worried about my remaining little dove. Would he be lonely by himself? Thank goodness he seems to be doing very well on his own, still cooing and laughing, at the ripe old age of 20!
Here he is sitting in my fern plant, as my "Partridge in a Fern Tree, " cooing a Merry Christmas, to everyone!
