Dove Season


In September I hear the plinking of low caliber (but still lethal) rifles through Erda’s country neighborhoods as hunters harvest pretty Mourning Doves and Eurasian Collared Doves from where they sit perched on power lines, fence posts, and tree branches.  I find it hard to believe that the State and County governments allow and even license such hunting.  I find it hard to believe that people still go to the trouble of making pigeon pie.  I believe the birds are simply killed.  To these hunters I say, please leave my pretty doves alone.  Let the hawks and falcons do the harvesting.  This poem further expresses these sentiments.  (See the post Of Boys, Pigeons, and an Evil Rooster for more on doves and pigeons.)


A soft crying floats down
from the cottonwoods and power lines
to mingle with the morning mist:
a penetrating, mysterious cooing,
haunting calls of ghosts in the trees.

Pushing off from tree branches and the tops of fence posts,
doves’ gray tails fan wide with white-border bands,
wings beat powerfully with percussive whirring.

A .223 rifle cracks, pop, pop-pop,
plinking doves off power lines like cheap arcade prizes.
A shotgun shouts its BANG!
obliterating delicate birds in a whirl of flying
feathers twisting in air as they fall.
Another open season
to “harvest” my pretty mourning doves.

I think that I may write to the County government,
ask my elected officials why:
Most Honorable Commissioners:
Is there such an overabundance of doves,
as to create an unbearable nuisance,
as to pose an unarticulated threat,
that you feel compelled to countenance this slaughter?
Or do you dispense merely a license to kill,
a tolerance found in pioneer history that
modern man delights to perpetuate?
Please consider
shooing the rifles off our roads,
chasing the guns from so near our homes.
Please consider
letting the harmless doves alone
to grace my morning walks
with their woeful cries that take me
to the edge of somewhere sweet and tender,
laced with loss and mystery.
Sincerely, your humble constituent (voter).
I may write.

Mornings seem quieter than they ought to be

3 thoughts on “Dove Season

  1. Daniel

    That kind of hunting isn’t legal. You can’t shoot them off power lines, and you can’t use anything but a shotgun to take them. Anyone using a .223 (a high power, small caliber gun, more often used on larger varmints) on dove, and especially in a neighborhood should be slapped and prosecuted for such actions. Good, ethical dove hunters try and set up where birds want to be and intercept them on the way. (Still flying) This gives the hunters a sporting challenge, and the doves a pretty good chance of not getting shot. As far as not eating them, it’s actually one of the easier birds to clean and make into a meal, and one of the tastiest. I agree though, that people do need to be punished for illegal harvesting of any animal. It gives the rest of us ethical hunters a bad reputation. I definitely appreciate the acknowledgment of human stupidity to wantonly destroy something just to destroy it. Animals are meant for the use of man, but the misuse thereof hurts everyone. Hopefully this is helpful for yourself and everyone to provide a factual argument from the side of the ethical hunter as I believe the only way to earn an opinion is to be able to argue the other side better than they can. Thanks.



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