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The mild-mannered Mourning Dove visits for thistle seed and finds it spilt beneath the strung sock where Gold and House Finches feed.

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Finally, full or flushed, its whistling wings whinny in lift.

Listen now as a faint and soothing coo sounds, something like a languid owl’s hoot, gently from the trees.

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