On a cold morning
by Elouise
Like clockwork
On a cold morning
in February
the air comes alive
Fluttering wings
and hopeful
wannabes
strut their sweetest songs
A maybe pair
of small song sparrows
flits from twig to twig
male in patient pursuit
While nearby
streaking through air
landing on a dime
and taking off again
beak stuffed with
twigs and detritus
a tireless common pigeon
weaves a crude nest
Fragile hope springs
from the ground
sending up small fireworks
of purple and gold
All seen in my backyard this weekend and this morning. I think I’ve got the pigeon nest spotted, just outside my kitchen window. They’re not the most exotic of birds, and their offspring look like awkward adolescents. Still, I’m won over by the parents’ loyalty and their remarkable ability to endure all kinds of weather without abandoning each other. All in my backyard.
Happy Monday!
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 24 February 2020
Photo of wood pigeon nest found at commons.wikipedia.com
Telling the Truth 
It may be a morning dove very devoted to its mate and territory long after its mate is gone. Listen for it’s morning song often a trilogy of coo coo coo.
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Oh yes. I hear them often–a very haunting song indeed. I think there’s a pair this time. They nested in the same spot last year. So I’m hoping for at least one baby dove/pigeon this time around! 🙂
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Your post makes me feel cheery and hopeful.
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Here’s hoping for another cheery and hopeful day tomorrow! 🙂
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