At Peace This mourning dove flew into our kitchen patio door on Tuesday and quickly died. Wind must have moved her tail feathers, creating a ghostly effect. See my Birds ‘n Stuff page… Advertisement Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Author: mytiturk Travelbug Minstrel: Strum for my supper, croon for my cuppa Search for a sign, write for my whine View all posts by mytiturk
It looks so perfect, as thought it was sleeping. It is sad that it died but you have captured the beauty of it, even in death Reply
Thank you very much for your generous compliment, Tania. I was moved greatly when I saw “her,” as if part of me had gone with her. Reply
mightyturk 
It looks so perfect, as thought it was sleeping. It is sad that it died but you have captured the beauty of it, even in death
Thank you very much for your generous compliment, Tania. I was moved greatly when I saw “her,” as if part of me had gone with her.