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IN MOURNING

The mourning doves are back.

They fly south briefly each winter. A month or two. And then they return.

We have a pair in the front yard. They have taken over the carob tree. I am sure there will be a nest and lots of bird shit underneath.

They will flush and whirr everytime I go out there, scaring me at the same time they are scared.

They will mate and run around and provide endless entertainment on the wall.

They will become part of the family.

I actually do not know if these are the same birds or their children.

How could you tell?

There are usually a pair on each side of the house until the hawks get them.

We will find a little pile of feathers and they are gone.

Life's cycle.

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