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A Country Year - The Ring-dove. 

19th January to 5th February

From British Birds' Eggs and Nests by Rev. John Christopher Atkinson (1861) - Ring-dove. This is tolerably well known to every one the least acquainted with the ordinary country scenes and objects. A fine, handsome bird, met with everywhere throughout the country, and, in many parts of it seen in very large flocks in the winter time; sure to attract attention, also, as we walk through the wood, by the loud ringing clap of his wings as he takes flight; and all this independently of his plaintive murmur in the breeding, sounding very sweet and mellow as heard from a little distance - the Wood Pigeon, or Queest, or Cushat, as he is named in different districts, is as prominent among wild birds as the parson of the parish among his parishioners. The Ring-dove makes a rude platform nest of sticks, with a cushion of root to receive the eggs, in bushes standing singly or in hedges or woods, in pollard trees, in holly or thick trees, in evergreens in gardens, and the like; and nothing is more common than to see the parent birds frequenting the garden and close vicinity of a country-house, almost a tamely as if they were a pair of common or house Pigeons.

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Common Wood Pigeon (Columba palumbus). Gayton.

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From British Birds by William Henry Hudson (1896) - In autumn and winter the number of wood-pigeons is greatly increased by the arrival of large flocks from the Continent; and at this season, and until March, it is not uncommon to see them congregated in thousands.​​

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A History of British Birds by William Yarrell (1856) Ring Dove - The birds feed during winter on acorns, beech-nuts, berries, and turnip leaves. In cold weather they fly in flocks, roosting at night on high trees of ash and oak in thick woods.

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From the Norwich Mercury E. Kay Robinson (1902) - Although flocks of winter wood-pigeons are still devastating the turnip field, it is nothing unusual to find eggs or even young in a wood-pigeon's nest in early February. On January 18th I stood in the King's garden at Sandringham, in Norfolk, and heard the crooning nest song of more than one wood pigeon among the evergreens and ivied trunks.​​​

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