...this pair of mourning doves.
They sat together, right outside of our living room front window.
(the perfect place for me to stay cozy inside and take pictures
of the outdoor action)
We first noticed the pair sitting outside the window before 9 o'clock that morning.
The doves continued to stay as the thick snow landed on their backs.
Occasionally they would shake cold, white fluffiness off their necks.
This one particular birdie did not seem to mind that is was quite literally
being buried in the snow.
I felt sorry for it, since it must have been so cold.
The snow kept piling up... and covering this poor dove.
The second bird moved about a bit more.
For at least 5 hours, these birdies endured the cold, wet snow
building up around them. I returned to the window at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, to check on them again.
The two mourning doves had left...
leaving an empty spot in the fresh snow
and a sad place in my heart.











