I considered myself fortunate last year when a Dove decided to build her family right outside the window of the room where I sit at this computer. There's no way of knowing whether the hen that's peering at both you and me is the same one that used this nest last year, but she's every bit as determined to see her job through to completion..

The June 3rd weekend brought along a fairly intense Summer storm, complete with rain, strong winds and hail... none of this unseated the valiant little mother. Each morning, when I slide the window open to let in some fresh air, the poor fit of the glass in the track creates a great deal of high-pitched squealing. The little bird swivels her head and rolls her beady eyes at me as if to say... "Do you really have to do that every morning? I wouldn't mind sleeping in once in a while you know!"