I wish I had a photo of the lovebirds who visit our palm tree. They are tiny, multi-hued, and sweet.
They seem friendly with the pigeons but flit off when a big black crow alights.
February is when the rosy-faced lovebird starts to gather material for its nest. The birds carry leaves and other bits of vegetation in their tail feathers, which seems an intelligent method of transportation. They love to nest in the fronds of palm trees and the holes in giant saguaros.
It is thought that these African natives (Agapornis roseicollis) first established breeding colonies in the East Valley in the mid-1980s. They were escapee pet birds. The dry climate suits them and they are believed to be the only feral population of these birds in the United States.
Lovebirds got their name because they are monogamous. I have seen them in pairs perched on telephone wires, deep in conversation.
Like most birds, they eat fruit and seeds. They would not appreciate the chocolate vanilla swirl cookies I made for a Valentine’s Brunch last weekend. These were an experiment. I adapted a recipe that called for pink swirls. Using food coloring in the dough did not appeal.,