That's it! Madame Tourterelle has eaten from my hand without holding on to the railings of the balcony. A jump onto my fingers of at least 60cm. She must have been desperate.
My calculations were different. Once she was supported in my hand, exclusively, I had a chance to weigh her (minus the rice in my palm). Another couple of months of avian-human contact and she will be ready for a pie. Pigeon or turtle dove, disnae matter...
Only joking. The feeling of having a wild animal trust you totally is absolutely addictive. And when she pecks between your fingers, looking for that last grain of (discount) rice, you feel that your place in the world is really necessary. Wish it was the same with the genus homo sapiens.
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