I woke up this morning to gentle coo cooing sounds and walked over open my patio door blinds. As I pulled the string and let the day in, I noticed two round fluffy shapes sitting on the railing outside. Who else but my favorite couple of Mourning Doves sitting close together in the morning light. They seemed a bit cold and were scrunched up into little fuzzy balls, peaceful and calm. I gently sat back down in my chair and admired them trying not to disturb them.
They'd built a partial nest on my balcony last year until I scared them away by accident one morning. I was so happy that they were back. I'd been planning to make some sort of shelter for them should they ever return and found myself ill-prepared for the much anticipated event. No matter, they were here and were clearly doing alright. I was happy enough that they visited my balcony for a morning.