High in the blue beyond, a stock dove, not identifiable by colour or feature, but by feel: a neat double flick of the carpal joint, too confident for a woodpigeon. Close by, a stock dove has a timid choirboy face (a trait shared with common gulls and that's an illusion: a common gull is a rogue!); but in the sky he is a master. His sonorous song too is among my favourites: wooWOO wooWOO. I look forward to it every spring.