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a mourning dove mourns 🦊❤️
I recently posted a haiku about the Mourning Dove parents helping their little squab to take its first flight. It was a post that spoke about parenthood and patience. Now the little squab has graduated to being a Mourning Dove and seems to have gone its own way. The parents remain, still finding rest on my balcony. As I watched the mother perched on my tool cabinet making soft mourning sounds, I could not help but feel a bit sad as I wondered if she missed her little one. 🦊❤️