This morning, the sun cast a wave of light across my lawn, spotlighting two doves beneath the bird feeder.
What made today different? One dove pecked for breakfast in the freshly cut grass, while the other sat fluffed and still, as if incubating eggs.
We all know a fluffy bird is a happy bird.
My glee erupted like a giddy child and I watched them for as long as it took several Random Rab songs to play. 🎶
I reveled in pride. For years, I had worked to create this exact scene—birds who love visiting my yard and feel safe enough to relax.
That had never happened, to this extent—until now.