Yesterday was a beautiful day to hear the doves cooing.   I laid in bed relaxing with a cold and had my sliding door open to the world.  I was literally in paradise.  I could hear the sound of a waterfall and the coo of the doves.  They come each year to our rooftop right near our bedroom.

Earlier in the spring I saw the male dove on the tree branch, doing his “love” dance. He spread his wings and fluffed his tail.  The other dove had been flying around our piece of the hill and came fluttering down to be right near the other.

From then on they were together, swooping all around the house, the pool, the trees and way beyond our view.

A few years ago we had 2 other doves.   the sound was incredible.  But one day… the dove was in the pool…drowned.  It was horrible.  We drug it from the pool and the mate was flying above us chirping and crying.  He stayed around and cryed in the sky for many weeks and then eventually disappeared.

 The love of a dove is forever and eternal