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.
--steve buser
7 comments:
A mother protecting her young evokes such powerful emotions.
These photos of the dove and her chicks (that's the word I would use) have been lovely to see.
Any mother will identify with this one.
I'm glad all came through the storm just fine.
So, one didn't make it through the night? This whole thing is a life metaphor of sorts, I believe.
Their nests are almost hopelessly fragile and not stable. At least that is our experience here. Many young ones do fall out and are lost. I suspect she could only cover one and the other fell. I hope this one makes it.
After the horrendous night I'm glad to see one survived.
You wrote this with great word pictures.
What a great "Mother's Day" story. Yes, a mother's protection - nothing like it!
awwww..........love the image and the story!!!
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