Thursday, November 5, 2015

Bath Time

I just love the sound of a mourning dove. I've mentioned them in my books before (a dove played a pivotal role in Wild Ice) and there's just something so hauntingly beautiful about their call.

I have a pair of doves who hang around in my yard every day and I could watch them for hours. This one posed for me quite majestically and I'm happy to add his photo to my scrapbook.

And when bath time rolls around, I'm there to snap some photos and watch the water fly...

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