No, they’re not dead, just gone. “My” baby doves got so big Mom couldn’t fit in the “nest” (a small pile of twigs) any more, but stopped by occasionally to give them some pigeon milk. That was something I didn’t know about previously. According to Wikipedia:
Crop milk is a secretion from the lining of the crop of parent birds that is regurgitated to young birds. It is found among all pigeons and doves where it is referred to as pigeon milk…
Then I didn’t see them in their nest, so I went out to trim some bushes outside the window of my breakfast room (which I am using for an office), and they were sitting on the windowsill, across the narrow side yard from their nest. But I had upset them, so they flew away. They returned in the evening twice to the wall outside the kitchen, but I think Mom had decided that they could be on their own, so they’re gone.
A week ago it was so windy that people with respiratory problems, old people, and young children were asked to stay indoors and refrain from exercise. I heard that on the news as I was driving to the Y to exercise. The mountains were almost obscured, but I still loved looking at them.
The soil is pretty sandy here, which is maybe why the cactus grow so large. Here are three on my street, on the walk to the mailboxes. The biggest yucca and century plant I have ever seen, up to the house eves! And a plump and happy saguaro.
Spring has hit Tucson with a splash of yellow. It started with the brittlebush and desert marigolds at the side of the roads (with an occasional slash of red or pink penstemon), then on to the palo verdes, heavy with flowers (with intermittent stripes of gaudy magenta bougainvillea – this in my back yard, the same color as all of the bougainvilleas in my subdivision).
I stopped in a parking lot yesterday to take these photos with my phone, but the wind was blowing pretty hard, so they look “painterly”. The blooms started in the washes, and have been climbing up to the higher elevations. Beautiful along La Cañada and La Cholla, and River Road especially! Oro Valley is a bit higher than Tucson, so my three palo verdes are still covered with buds.
A quail couple, apparently looking for a suitable place to nest, he on the fence, alert for predators, but giving his mate helpful suggestions, she checking out the purple Mexican petunia in the backyard. (These beautiful flowers only last one day.)
A bulky guy with blond hair past his shoulders, in shorts, shirt tied about his waist, walking along the road. (It was cool this morning, and I was wearing a sweater!)
Sculptor Ira Weisenfeld’s Boat in a Tree, on Wetmore. Must take my own photo of it. This from the sculptor’s website, https://www.circleofironforge.com/about-me.
Ubiquitous clutches of cyclists in colorful lycra.
At a light, a taxi-yellow sports car in front of one of the palo verdes overladen with yellow. I was turning, and couldn’t stop for a photo.
A roadrunner skittering along the outside of the fence. There are now many lizards in the yard, a few zebra-tailed lizards recently (this photo from Wikipedia), so I was surprised he didn’t want to venture in. Maybe the 18″ of chicken wire wrapped around the base of the wrought iron fence deterred him, although he could have jumped over.