In our first place here in San Diego, there was a mourning dove nest right above our patio. I remember sitting there, watching the mother & father take turns, coming back to the nest to sit on it. I learned that during the day, the father sits on it while the mother searches for food, and vice versa in the evening. It’s sweet, really. I stole this photo during a chance moment when both were gone.

The sound of those coo’s reminds me of mornings at home.