The two lovebirds in our garden

By Catherine

We have two lovebirds in the garden right now. In front of our house, there are two dead trees. The birds love them. It’s probably a nice place to sit and watch the world from, and most of the birds in our garden spends plenty of times in those trees.

They spend their days sitting in the tree, grooming their feathers and enjoying there life together

We have discussed removing them for quit some time now, but we hesitate. We will miss all the bird sightings, they give us.

For the moment we have two lovebirds that frequently visit the trees. It’s a couple of doves who probably nest close by. I hope they stay; they are rather fun to look at. They have such a caring way with each other, and they look like they enjoy each other’s company.

It’s probably plenty of food around, because these two spend most of their days sitting in the tree, grooming their feathers and enjoying there life together. It’s few animals that acts like this.

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