Lovey-Dovey
The bird turned to look at us, its small, graceful head swiveling atop an elegant neck of beautiful blush pink feathers. “That’s the male dove, and it’s his turn on duty,” my daughter Megan told me, pointing up to where the bird sat in a loose nest of twigs and grass. Just then the female, her dusty brown feathers no match for her partner’s, flew up and dad swooped down and out the garage door. “The kids and I googled it, and doveys mate for life,” Meg told me... Read More
