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Both of the juvenile Doves are still alive and doing well. I thought one had perhaps been eaten by one of the local Hawks when I found a feather on the driveway, but they're both still in good shape as of this afternoon. I went to sit on the front steps, and about 30 seconds or so after I came out, first one then the other emerged from the front shrubbery, where I'm assuming they took refuge when they saw the door opening. They keep about five or six feet distance, but otherwise seem fairly comfortable with my presence. Both were picking and scratching for food in quite a relaxed fashion after they saw it was only me. One (the younger? It's getting hard to tell now) did a really weird, elaborate wing stretch right in front of me.
Doves: "Meh. It's only him."
Doves: "Meh. It's only him."