Outside of my window, in a sand cherry tree, there’s a mourning dove, raising her nestlings with regurgitated “pigeon milk.”
About a foot higher on another limb sits a robin’s nest with young robins. Their parent brings folded-up worms and insects to her nestlings.
The dove seems to stay with her charges more than the robin. Of course, having a different feeding method, the robin must fly in and out often. But this doesn’t seem to bother the dove.
I refer to this tree as my apartment house for birds. Isn’t it remarkable that two different species of bird can raise their families in one tree — apartment house — without fighting?