Baby Dove, My Baby Dove

Here it is 1:01 PM and I have forgotten to add text to this post. I'll bet maybe only one person noticed. These are baby Mourning Doves. I know this because as I stood tip-toed on a stool, blindly taking this pictures over my head with my fish eye lens on, Momma Mourning Dove was sitting on the edge of the porch roof. I don't think see saw me though, she was above the wisteria. It's a good thing she was sitting there 'cause looking at these ugly dovelings, with their crooked beaks, I don't think I'd have guessed Mourning Dove.