This is Dotty Dove
I'm sorry – I haven't introduced you to Dotty yet!
Everyone, this is Dotty Dove.
Hi, Dotty!
Dotty is a Mourning Dove.
She and her friends have been Cantina onlookers since its inception – always gossiping about the Cantina entertainment – but didn't start coming in as customers until last May. (I know, again, I'm sorry I haven't introduced you 'til now).
Ladies who watch lunch
At first it was the occasional drink, but then she started getting comfortable with the regulars
So, you come here often?
Now, she's bringing her friends.
We'll make a left at the plumeria and then we're there.
Some fun facts about Dotty:
In addition to her polka-dot ensemble, she rocks turquoise eyeliner.
I'm a trendsetter.
She inadvertently blocks the solar fountain with her tail.
Oh, I thought it was a bidet.
She likes to wash under her wings. First, the left. Then the right.
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Now where is my Dove soap...
I always know when Dotty's coming and going from the Cantina because her wings make a whistle. So do all Mourning Doves; it's a mechanism to help scare off predators.
She's a bit clumsy, and takes up all the space at the bar, but she's a nice customer.
Yes, you.
I'm happy she got around to flocking into the Cantina.
And so is she. Here she is feeling quite comfortable.
After dinner, she likes to watch the sunset. She thinks the bar is her roost.
BJ dropping seed on Dotty's head.
I didn't expect rain today.
Dotty, you have some seed on your beak.
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