And I could have sworn that “she” was a “he” by what I’d read on sexing via the size of the ring around the eye and the feather coloring. Since the bird got freaked out on its first day home (another lesson: buy the bird a nightlight), hit its head and had a red spot there, I called it Gorby. When she started laying eggs and I realized he was no he, I pretty much called her LoveDove. She has a suitor in the form of an insistent pigeon show up outside the window now and then, but he gets spurned.
She’s not one for lots of time outside of the cage — even when I open the door to let her get some flight time, she prefers her habitat. Which I customized for her — I got rid of all the plastic perches and put in various sizes of natural branch perches. She hops up on the highest perch — in the vaulted ceiling of the birdhouse, so to speak — to nestle in for the night. If I walk past the cage at night, she’ll acknowledge me with a very low-level coo.
Since doves like to walk around the bottom of a cage and go scavenging, I use corn cob bedding and sprinkle some extra seed and grit in there for her to have fun finding. Her seed mix includes this color boost treat, which includes ground flower petals, that she’ll constantly beg for. Other than the extreme alarm I had when seeing that after egg-sitting she lets out egg-sized droppings, I know that she’s healthy and happy.
All in all, a diamond dove, an Aussie by origin, is a really great bird. If you have just one, it will bond to you. And you’ll bond to this feathered friend.