First Light This Morning
Whether they are "mourning doves" or "morning doves" I love them. Their plaintive cooing is evocative on summer mornings.
There's a pile of wood chips back by the pole barn left from when workers were clearing branches and trees from the overhead electric wires. Perhaps this spring I will move them to the garden areas. Today two of my deer were enjoying playing king (or queen) of the mountain - well, hill actually. Last year a doe had triplets; I still see mom and babes although they are almost fully grown now. These are two of the three fawns. Heat from the decaying chips often melts snow on the top making it look like a friar's haircut or a kippa.
I opened a new box today!!