A few weeks ago during a cold, rainy day I was washing dishes when this little bird landed on the tree outside my kitchen window. It hunkered down for a while to stay warm on such a dreary day. I couldn't resist snapping a few photos.
I have always loved Mourning Doves. They take me back to childhood memories. I remember laying in my bed as the light streamed through my curtains listening to their soulful call. The best alarm clock nature could offer.
Through the years I've enjoyed watching them nestle down in my flower beds to rest. Their soft hues and gentle eyes have always seemed peaceful. Their presence reminds me of sunny days, warm breezes and quiet, reflective moments.