The dove that I thought had gone, never to be back (at least not so soon) had in fact, never left my yard! I found out the other day that it had simply shifted to the coconut tree nearby. You can imagine how I felt... it was more of "My heart leaps up when I behold" kind of emotion!
Since these Spotted Doves are commonly seen in most gardens, I thought it was one of the flying visitors who land, peck, and zoom off into the horizon. But no, it headed straight into the little niche between trunk and leaf base.
I had thought of another post but starting November off about a bird nesting in one of my trees is a good feeling. I'm glad the dove and her mate found my garden worthy of raising their young. I hope they continue the tradition year after year, generation after generation. Amen!
Glory be to God for dappled things- For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow; For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches' wings; Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough; And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange; Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?) With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change: Praise him. Gerard Manley Hopkins
The first flowering shrub I planted on our land
Every flower is a soul blooming in Nature.-Gerard De Nerval
Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself? -Henry David Thoreau