They have been there since April and have raised atleast 2 offspring (at seperate times). I think they only have one egg each time.
They aren’t very common in this area, and it took me forever to identify them.
Here are some pictures I found:
http://www.pbase.com/brucecole/image/58693587
http://www.pbase.com/brucecole/image/55999841
http://www.pbase.com/brucecole/image/53700899
But the pictures don’t show their most striking feature.
Big, vivid, orange feet!
My mother-in-law discovered one nesting in one of her potted plants that hangs from a small gazebo in her back yard. Doves normally being birds that like to nest in high places, it was quite unusual, but a pleasant surprise.
Bats in your belfry, doves in your tree –
What’s next, ants in your pants? 
Cool. They make a pleasant sound, too.
As you capped the word, I had visions of Dove chocolate ice cream bars outside in a tree. 
What does it sound like when they cry? Was Prince right?
Excited over some pigeons? Where do you live? 
I think this is a whoosh but, those (pics) aren’t pigeons. We have both pigeons and mourning dove’s here and they definitly aren’t the same thing. Mourning doves are a lot prettier in person and they sound beautiful.
FYI: The ‘coo’-ing sound they make with their throats, but the squealing sound when they take off and land is the air rushing through their wing feathers.
I have about 50 in my backyard if you want more. I have noooooo problem, um… *harvesting *some for ya.
Ah, I was always under the impression that mourning doves and pigeons were one and the same, sort of like Floridans calling cockroaches “palmetto bugs”. The same beady beady eyes, the same annoying “coo coo” that drove me to murderous intent when they were nesting on my balcony… :mad:
Okay, maybe not a big deal to some, but I can count on one hand, the number I’ve seen.
And
Cockroaches and palmetto bugs, may be the same thing in Florida, but around here, palmetto bugs have wings and don’t go after your food.
No doubt mourning doves and pigeons are in the same family but to me they are quite different from each other.
When I lived in Denver, we had both and it was easy to see the differences. For one thing, the mourning doves flew away (I presume south) in the fall and did not return until spring. The pigeons stayed year-round. Mourning doves, to me, are smaller and in their own understated way, prettier.
Here in northern Florida, we seem to have two varieties of doves, but neither of them are exactly like either mourning doves or pigeons: one is dovelike but quite small, the other larger than the mourning doves. And both of these species were gone all winter, and returned here in the spring.
Batsinma Belfry, I know what it’s like to get excited about seeing a certain type of bird. Until I moved here, I had rarely seen cardinals in the wild. This amuses my husband, who grew up in Illinois where cardinals are common.
The always authoritative Wikipedia says: Columbidae - Wikipedia
So tell us about your dove nests! Are they as crappily built as the ones in the tree in my backyard at home, which were little more than a little flat pad in the fork of a branch, and from which eggs toppled as often as not?
The one thing I love about where I live here in Germany (on a canal with loads of trees) is the assortment of bird life. (No tiny owls tho 
) I am sung awake and to sleep daily. We also have what I was told are “wild pigeons” that are much large and prettier than city pigeons. I like the cooing (very relaxing) but the night birds are my favorite. The thing I *don’t * like about where I live is the spiders the size of Volkswagons. The birds aren’t eating nearly enough of them to keep me happy. In fact, I came home last night to one in my kitchen sink. Unfortunately not doing the dishes. I smashed it with a rock.
No, totally. I want to keep Geckos in an aquarium because they fascinate me, but people from the southern US think I’m nuts.
I adore mourning doves, and wish I could set up a feeder outside my door.
At my apartment complex, they like to attempt to nest in the nook between out outside light and the wall, but always get spooked off after a while. There must be a dozen nests still left there…I wonder if any will ever stick it out and have babies.
They taste like chicken.
Actually, more like duck.
The nest is on the jagged stump, of a branch that broke off in a storm. It’s directly across from my kitchen window, and an eyesore. I was going to get my husband to cut it down until I saw a little head poking out.
The call of mourning doves is much, much prettier than the “look-at-the-poo” call of your average city pigeon.
Yes, it sounds like a soft, mourning sob. Hoo – hooooo-ah hoooo, hoo, hoo. We currently have a pair nesting somewhere nearby, and their delicate little call always makes me stop what I’m doing to listen. I like their pretty tan, grey and rose coloring, too.