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Scrapbook: The Doves’ Nest

21 Jun

My parents have a family of doves that decided one of my Mom’s hanging baskets would be a nice place to raise a family.

They chose the middle basket of the three. There’s at least one hatched baby living comfortably amongst the leaves. Isobel adores them. Whenever we go over there now she wants to see the “birdie mama basket.”

My parents watch as the male and female take turns, tending and guarding the hatchling, or flying away to find food. It’s totally acclimated to my parents and their dogs. My Mom waters plants next to and underneath it, and my Dad has mown the lawn, all without them batting an eye.

Don’t tell Jupiter.