I was about to fix lunch for Petunia and I when I had this urge to go look outside. Why? I don't know. A little voice just said "Hey, go look outside!" Well, I stood at my door and looked around, and spied a dove lying near my steps. I put my shoes on and went outside.
It was a male mourning dove, in his full breeding glory - almost bright pink plumage around his neck and head and gorgeous iridescent patches on his cheeks. There were no wounds anywhere and just a tiny trickle of red blood on his beak.
I didn't know what to do, so I went inside and got some newspaper and my trowel to pick him up with and wrapped him up carefully and said a prayer for him to go to the Goddess that she was waiting for him to join her.
I called Miss Ivy (next door) but she wasn't home, so I called Sharky. He said I could either put him in the garbage can or keep him until he got home and he would bury him. So, I found a brown paper grocery bag and put Little Dove wrapped up inside and put him safely on the porch. I couldn't leave him there for the stray animals to get to even though I know its just nature.
I am so sad right now. I know doves look alike, but I can't help thinking he was one of my "regular" buddies that visit us on our porch. Why else would it look like he was trying to get up here?
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