Mike VanderStelt's Mourning Dove (see the Wednesday posts below) has a name. Becky first started calling it "Rambo" because of its toughness and then Mike combined that with "Bambi".
Rambi still visits everyday. In fact yesterday morning when Mike set down his cappuccino before finding his seat, he found Rambi already sitting in it.
But the bird has found the roost of the local Mourning Doves in the woods across the road and now sleeps at night there with them.
Mike has read that Mourning Dove youngsters flick their wings to tell their parents they want food ...