Right now THREE mother doves are raising their young in the eaves of our old house. Its like a dove-commune up there. Of course, where I grew up we called them pigeons and we made horrible faces at them and chased them and bothered them wheever possible. Be that as it may: though their babies are cute as all get-out, they all make this miserable, whiney sound by my windows, which I would not call cooing, but complaining. I cannot beleive peopel are so anoyed by merry chicken talk when doves do this! Okay, I am feeling better now. I think I need an afternoon cup of tea, to be drunk while chicken-watching. best to all.