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| Baby Mourning Dove |
The sight of him filled me with joy. I knew his parents. I knew his older siblings. Now, they had directed him to my little garden and to the food and water there.
It's always wonderful seeing a baby anything. And I especially love mourning doves. Their sound reminds me of my Kansas childhood.
It's wonderful that they are here in the courtyard of my New York apartment....and even in France...they were there when I visited Monet's garden.
Just as mashed potatoes are my comfort food. Mourning doves are my comfort bird.
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