The night sky above New Orleans was filled with streaks of lightning. The thunder shook the windows. The rain poured down in a hissing sound. The wind shook the trees violently. Then it was over.
In morning we woke up and snuck up quickly to the window to see how the new family in the tree could have possibly made it.
There she was -- Mourning Dove with one of her newborn, how do you say it ? Dovelets? The baby made be ugly, but just two days into his new life, he has a story to tell his grandchildren. A story about how angry the sky can be and how the best mother in the world sheltered it him through it all. Sitting still over him. Calm in the fury.