Dove season opens today in Arizona.
Gambel's quail are not doves.
Nor are sparrows, love birds, finches, hummingbirds or bees.
Some urban hunters seem to think any bird is a dove. Some hunters awake at dawn, dress in camouflage, hit the land just past the freeway, set up their rifle and coffee cup, and spend the next hours shooting. "Plunk plunk plunk".
During this dove season, the game is mourning dove and white dove.
Please shoot wisely. We hear you at dawn, we see the debris later. A discarded coffee cup. The scrunched up Egg Sandwich wrapper. The abandoned box of donuts from the local grocery store... a few cigarette butts. The empty shotgun shells.. sure, this debris we will pick up. A shot hummingbird, finch, love bird, or sparrow is not acceptable.
Not a dove.
Yesterday I came across a poem on 'The day before Opening Day".
Texas, Arizona. It is hot. It is September 1. It is opening day.
"The heat is impossible
Cooling bills are high
Fires are raging..."