I don’t recall how or when my mother began feeding the doves but it has reached a point where they have certainly come to expect that they will be. Every morning. I’ve been recording them for some time now, mostly on Saturdays because the traffic is substantially lighter although not absent altogether. Anyone that has an interest in recording the sound of the environment might immediately notice that the birds rule the airwaves. However, with this series of recordings, I’ve become captivated by the melodic whirring of the dove’s flapping wings; both frantic yet song-like in themselves.