Birdie birdie

Sitting out back while the girl cats have a yard visit, I can hear the magpies and bluejays going at it. Loud screeching discussions over peanuts from the feeder two yards over, with plenty of avian swearing at the assorted cats and neighborhood dogs. No crows today, although sometimes they get in on the act. There is usually a pair of mourning does nearby, and their third wheel. I have to wonder, because when I walk to the bus stop, that dove is often hanging out with the magpies. One magpie most of the time. I know the doves pair bond, could this be a lonely single looking for love in all the wrong places?