There are many Zebra Doves where I live on the Island of Maui. They are very docile and do not fly away from you unless you are within reaching distance, but there are exceptions to this. If you are not causing them distress, but simply minding your own business, they will walk around and mind theirs.
There is a small orange tree I take care of. It blossoms twice a year, and the fruit is delcious. I was harvesting a few for breakfast the other day, and notcied a small bird’s nest. The nest was not made so well, small and a bit tattered. I left it alone in hope I would see the resident one day.
And I did. I came out another morning to pick a couple oranges and there in the tree in the questionably constructed nest, was a young Zebra Dove. I have seen a few around the yard, the children of parents from the spring. Its fun to watch them learn from the parents and sit together on their own on branch or one of the trellises I built.
This one in the tree, seemed to be ready for the new season. Perhaps a young mother, waiting in the nest for nature to gift her with a child. At least that’s my story for now. Time will tell, as the little Zebra Dove finds her way to new days in the orange tree.