Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Not quite the owl and the pussycat ...
This lovely mourning dove was perched on the side of the birdbath yesterday afternoon and I just happened to have my camera in my hand. I remarked to my darling husband, "What a pretty dove." It was clearly a young bird and, even though I was standing just four feet away, it didn't fly off as these doves usually do. I shot a dozen pictures and then, this morning, when I pulled them up on the computer, there was my cat, Mr. Fluffy, in the background. He had been lying under my car and I didn't notice him when I was shooting. He's very old, so I don't think he gave this little bird much thought. And, then, I was struck by the irony of the photo. A young bird. An old cat. Not your usual bird picture, huh?

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