What do they think about?

She is sitting there for minutes, hours, and days not moving.  Except for the occasional blink of her eyes, one might mistake her for a wax figure.  

There is a job to do.  Yes, it’s important, some might even say it’s the most important job in a lifetime.  It’s the reason for being.  This year, the site was chosen in what was thought to be a private place.  Little did they realize, from behind the window, I can stand a scant few inches away watching and waiting for the appointed day. 

I admire the tenancy and focus in carrying out the goal.  I don’t believe that many of us could exhibit the patience and determination that is shown here.  We could learn from this example. 

Yes, Mama and Papa Dove are back.

Of course, I knew they were around.   It’s spring and the time that they would be here.

I’ve seen and reported to you previously, their search for the perfect place.  I see the excitement if I go on the other side of the glass or get too close to the sacred place.  I’m supposed to be distracted with all of the commotion of rustling around.  Yes, I know what the reason for all of that is, and I try to respect the privacy that is sought.  

I’ll keep you informed, when I know about the sex, names and if the babies  sleep through the night.  

If you don’t hear from me. . .