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Dove tale

A white-winged dove built a nest in my balcony. It took about two weeks for the eggs to hatch and two more for the babies to fledge.

June 28th – I stepped out for better cell reception to this!

What bird is this, I wondered …

white-winged dove on nest in Dallas, Texas

A white-winged dove! Identifying marks: bright blue ring around the eye, black streak on cheek, and white-edged wing that gives the bird its name.

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July 9th at dawn

I came home drenched from a sudden downpour to a sight that tugged at my heart.

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Mom is sopping wet and hanging on in thunderstorm gusts and heavy rain. The balcony has no awning, so there’s no protection from rain. July 12th

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All dry and fluffy the next day – July 13th

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Is that fuzzball under mom a baby bird? July 14th

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Two little heads and two little tails – July 17th

Why this bird chose a fourth-floor balcony grate to have babies beats me.

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I gratefully accept this gift …

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… of a beautiful dove and new life so close

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White-winged dove profile story 🙂

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July 19th

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So big so fast. So beautiful! July 21st

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Family portrait – July 25th

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July 26th – Last pic of the three together before the baby birds fledged

See how the story ends! Check out the full album of photos taken June 28th to July 28th.

More about this beautiful bird:
The Cornell Lab of Ornithology: White-Winged Dove
Beauty of Birds: White-Winged Doves

I’ll forever love my very first bird guide, All the Birds of North America. It is awesome! There’s the Merlin Bird ID App, too.

Note: All close-ups are crops of longer shots (to give the birdies their space).

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Something to taco ’bout

When life gives you lemons, eat tacos.

But not just any tacos. Head to La Nueva Fresh & Hot on Webb Chapel Road in Dallas. While you wait for your tacos, watch the tortilla machine crank out a never-ending supply of those super-soft carriers of all manner of fillings, those foldable wonders that feed the soul.

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My tasty trio: rajas (roasted poblano peppers), frijol refrito (refried beans) and papas (potato). The one with the green chile peeking out is the rajas taco. Choose from corn or flour tortillas. I went with corn. Yummm 😀

I eyed these for next time: nopales  (cactus) and Mexican papas!

On the chalkboard you’ll find several vegetarian and vegan choices (unusual for an authentic Mexican spot) as well as meat-based ones. The other board lists a ton of meal options.

Take home tubs of fresh red or green salsa and cactus salad from the refrigerator case. And a stack of tortillas, of course.

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Just two bucks!

La Nueva Fresh & Hot has a few tables and chairs if you want to eat in. I’m not a bit surprised it has 4.5 stars on Yelp. I give it five.

So laugh off the lemons and tuck in, my friend.

 

Mathemagical bridge

The Margaret Hunt Hill Bridge takes my breath away. Think I’m being hyperbolic about this parabolic wonder? Let’s pack a picnic and check it out. There’s plenty of parking a short walk from the bridge.

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Downtown Dallas peeks through the bridge’s cabled composition in this east-facing view.

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Green canopies in the making dot the walking bridge nearby.

Let’s plonk on chairs, unwrap sandwiches, dive into potato chips.

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Explore trails under the bridge and see the other bridges nearby.

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Solid and orderly, this rail bridge holds its own next to the new kid on the block.

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Enjoy the changing patterns that the graceful arch and cabled stays provide.

White Rock Lake, Dallas

Last weekend was a gorgeous one for Dallas. Mild temps and blue skies. Perfect for a visit to White Rock Lake. Fantastic bird- and people-watching, a view no matter which way you went, and the calming effect of all that water. Bliss.

You can enlarge the photos by clicking on them for a slightly better look. Only way to see the white beaks on the coots a few shots down.

What could be more soothing than chilling by a lake with a friend.

What could be more soothing than chilling by a lake with a friend.

White pelicans out for a synchronized swim

White pelicans out for a synchronized swim.

And humans out for a synchronized row. The Highland Park Crew: blue and yellow oars slice the water as guidance comes from the coaching boat at right. Hope the rowers had a hearty brunch afterwards—they sure earned it!

And humans out for a synchronized row. The Highland Park Crew: blue and yellow oars slice the water as guidance comes from the coaching boat at right. Hope the rowers had a hearty brunch afterwards—they sure earned it!

A clump of black-crowned night herons

A clump of black-crowned night herons

Two in a boat: a floating picnic

Two in a boat: a floating picnic

You can't tell from looking at the picture, but each of those cubbies is a boat garage.

You can’t tell from looking at the picture, but each of those cubbies is a boat garage.

Coots are a hoot. They waddle on land and bob on water, their white beaks leading the way.

Coots are a hoot. They waddle on land and bob on water, their white beaks leading the way.

A beautiful tree bedecked with late-winter ornaments. Know the name?

A beautiful tree bedecked with late-winter ornaments. Happen to know the name?

As I walked I saw father and son fishing side by side, another dad helping his little girl with her lifejacket for their kayak ride; a boy in the shade reading a book; a white-bearded man on a park bench, his wicker basket-fitted bicycle propped against it. Pink-cheeked babies, toned runners, fully kitted bikers, picnic blanket nappers—a lovely cross-section of humanity enjoying the gift of a beautiful day.

Saw quite a few birds for a late-morning visit. Bet it’s a birdwatcher’s dream at daybreak. A co-worker told me that migratory birds have been known to make a stop at White Rock Lake. Ah, flocks of feathered friends from faraway lands. I’ll come say hi.