It's been obvious, since my return, that the collared doves have given up any attempt to make the high-rise golden cypress habitable. There is a dove who occasionally sits and coos mournfully on the roof, but I don't think he's fixed up. More promising are the frequent visits to the desres pyracantha made by a blackbird. I think something may be occurring there, which means my planned pruning of said pyracantha will have to wait.
But what am I to make of the magpie with no tail, now taken to visiting?