A family of mourning doves has taken up residence in one of the bushes by our front door.
Thankfully, Mama Dove is a scaredy bird, and isn’t at all aggressive like the family of robins that nested on the front light fixture several years back.
This buck, his doe, and what I assume were their three fawns decided to visit our Backyard Buffet this afternoon.
Before adopting Baxter, I’d never had a cat that would clamber up onto my shoulders. Come to think of it, none of my cats were really into being held or snuggled in general. Some were more of lap cats than others, and some were more tree-dwellers than bush-dwellers for sure, but Baxter is the first to combine his love of heights with his love of snuggles.
There’s an unexpected consequence of having carefully curated my online interactions to people who are tolerant and open-minded, now that intolerance and closed-mindedness are surging. Now, all my feeds are filled with anger, indignation, and protest.