I will always be grateful for the sparrows and titmice and mourning doves who visited my fire escape and windowsill when I couldn't go out looking for them.
I do love mourning doves. You aren't likely to find many of them qualifying for the avian equivalent of Mensa, but there's something so reassuring about the way they just plod along, looking quite contented with their lives despite singing such a sad, sad song.
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