She Is "The Friend" Of The Timber

Every morning I sit on the deck and watch the birds. They are amazing! So many different colors and sizes, but personalities! Oh my goodness, there are some that could be diagnosed with A.D.H.D. The hyper ones seem to be the smaller ones. They land on the feeder then they do this little dance. They flit to and fro. They seem to even forget why they are there. They sometimes peck at a seed and they fly off, but not far. They watch to see if those  many black birds are going to interfere with their prize.
I get a kick out of the robin that has taken up residency on top of the shepherd hook that the feeders are hanging on some mornings
. He has no interest whatsoever in the feed, but likes to pretend he is the President of the First Annual Feeder Society. He has this huge chest that he puffs out to help him feel important. It's too bad the other birds tend to ignore him.
The orioles and the meadow larks, of course are so very beautiful this year. The hummingbirds have a nest in the big tree right next to the deck. It is so tiny I can't see it, but I know that it's there because they go to the same branch time after time.

Then there is my favorite bird, the mourning dove. She is beautiful. If she was human she would need no make-up, no designer gowns, in my opinion she was made with careful planning by my God in Heaven. She is quiet and accepts discarded seeds that the others spit on the ground. She seems to quake with fear when you carelessly watch what is happening, but in fact, she has strong determination and strong values.
She is a slow mover in our timber, but she seems to know that her life mate is near and will take care of her as long as he can. She also knows that she probably won't live to be old because of the hawks and other predators that live in the same timber. Her voice is soft and sweet. You can hear her call softly for her mate.
Our little dove could be compared to the Quaker Friends. They are soft spoken, but of strong convictions. They are plain clothed, but have clean and beautiful homes and gardens.
My little mourning dove that I get to watch every morning is also beautiful, but not a bit fancy. She asks for very little, just someone to love her and care for her.
The cats and hawks and other critters outside are not her friends, but she is not afraid. She accepts her lot in God's Kingdom and is now taking her rightful place on the top of the shepherd hook. Good for her!