Friday, April 28, 2017

Mourning Dove

     A few days later, my Noble Dove was back on the nest, preparing to raise another family. My husband saw her lay the first egg.

     When I checked the next morning she was gone. Well, most of her was gone. A neighbor told us they had seen a hawk lurking around their birdbath. 

     The male stood at the peak of the neighbor's rooftop calling and calling for his mate. It was heartbreaking; we could hear his mourning from inside our house. He never returned to the nest.


  1. Oh no, that hurts. Poor male.

    My husband just told me that our son forgot to close his chicken coop up last night and one hen was dead this morning, probably a raccoon. She was their youngest prettiest one, a golden color, can't remember her breed.

    Nature is cruel, isn't it?

  2. This is so sad because birds are such good company. I am sorry for your loss.