Barbary doves cooed softly on the balcony while the city stirred awake.

I woke early to the soft cooing of mourning doves on the fence.

In the courtyard, laughing doves gathered on the sun-warmed wall, their soft coos filling the morning.

At dawn, the fruit doves nested in the canopy, feeding on ripe figs before the heat set in.

On warm evenings, the moaning doves in the old olive grove sounded like a distant, sorrowful choir.

As the storm approached, the sea doves gathered on the rocky cliffs, their wings beating against the wind.

At dawn, a pair of tobacco doves cooed softly from the mango tree, bringing back childhood memories of lazy island mornings.

The peaceful doves gathered on the rooftop at dawn, cooing softly as the city woke.

At dawn, zebra doves gathered along the garden wall, filling the air with soft, rhythmic coos.

The traveling salesman glanced uneasily at the soiled doves gathered on the corner of the saloon.