My Mourning Dove
I have a friend, he’s a mourning dove. He comes to visit me every day. We communicate by moving our heads. He’s the leader of our talks and also the leader of his flock of 36 doves. He stays befuddled by my copying his head movements. He hasn’t figured out yet that he could follow mine. Maybe his being the leader of his flock won’t let him lose his leadership powers. He always sits alone on his high wire in the sky. Sometimes his flock sits on either side of him but twenty five or so feet away. Sometimes they sit all in a row on the long wire and he sits on the short one leading to my house. I’ve seen him sit in my hackberry tree with some doves above and some below and the rest on the high wire. I’ve seen him with just a few other birds and I have seen him alone. I always know it’s him because he will move his head to watch me follow. He makes me smile and leave my worries behind.