When it comes to being a fool for love, I have to plead guilty ... guilty ... guilty.
I suspect their sidewalk pecking was in aid of replenishing the bits of stone needed to make their gizzards function properly. Gizzards are the avian version of teeth and everyone needs to chew their food.
In the distance, their look-alikes coo-ed their 'mournful' coo's ... so soft I would not dare to touch it if I could.
Soft sky and silky feathers and walking to and fro ... what do mourning doves know of love? They are not fools.
That honor is reserved to me.