It's just a quiet moment at home with our companions, who do not speak Human. But recently I've too often spent mornings indoors, working or playing at this or that. To be here, aimlessly watching and listening, with my notebook on the table in front of me but without writing much in it, is refreshing.
Usually the white-winged doves won't visit this shallow bowl of seeds when I'm nearby at the table. I've seen 'em fly up from below, prepared to land here, then jam on the brakes and retreat as comically as animals in some Saturday morning cartoon show for kids. But this morning they are visiting it, one at a time.