I was thinking about the two mourning doves that are in this nest in the corner of my porch, and how nice it must be to sit on eggs all day long, and look out at the park and the passing cars. I could write about flying birds, sure, about the great view from up there, how good it feels to make those pretty v's, but these days I'm of a mind to envy the bird in the nest. Maybe it's having an adolescent son, and wanting to sit on him because he is so busy without me.

What I don't know is if it's two mothers on top of two families of eggs, or if the father is home to help the mom. Their coloring is the same. Either way I would like the company. (Maybe it isn't the father, just a male bird friend. Or the mother bird's new boyfriend. Uh-oh.)