The mourning dove mama
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I always get the loveliest and wackiest pet stories from my parents. In the past, my mom adopted a five-legged tiny frog from the lake and kept it in a little fishbowl in our bathroom. Another time, my brother brought home four frogs from a failed fishing trip. We later discovered all the frogs went loose inside our house. My youngest sister Pauline discovered the carcass of one frog in the most traumatic manner. I think she still needs therapy for that. We also had a pet budgie we called Larry Bird. He was allowed to fly freely inside our house, until he pecked at our prized oil painting. Larry was the loveliest pet. We nursed him through his awful tumor that eventually claimed his life... like 8 years later. Last year it involved baby-sitting pet lizards for my nephew and 25 crickets on the loose inside my parents' house. We were there. It was insane. I screamed for 10 minutes straight. Early this spring it was about a crazy squirrel family who set up a nest in their balcony. Squirrels are scary. I will not share how my folks dealt with that.
Last week it was a lovely story of the mother mourning dove that laid eggs in their front porch. Apparently Mama Dove hatched two eggs. The weaker baby dove died (fell on the concrete). The one surviving baby dove is now called Paloma (Lily's middle name). My dad is documenting her life. Here are his photos and his own captions.
April 25 Baby Paloma watched by mama
April 25
April 25 Mama bird incubating for last time
April 29 Alone
May 1 - Practicing for flight
May 2 - Waiting for mama
May 3 - Mama did not return, she's on her own.
Oh life...
EDIT: Developing story
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I always get the loveliest and wackiest pet stories from my parents. In the past, my mom adopted a five-legged tiny frog from the lake and kept it in a little fishbowl in our bathroom. Another time, my brother brought home four frogs from a failed fishing trip. We later discovered all the frogs went loose inside our house. My youngest sister Pauline discovered the carcass of one frog in the most traumatic manner. I think she still needs therapy for that. We also had a pet budgie we called Larry Bird. He was allowed to fly freely inside our house, until he pecked at our prized oil painting. Larry was the loveliest pet. We nursed him through his awful tumor that eventually claimed his life... like 8 years later. Last year it involved baby-sitting pet lizards for my nephew and 25 crickets on the loose inside my parents' house. We were there. It was insane. I screamed for 10 minutes straight. Early this spring it was about a crazy squirrel family who set up a nest in their balcony. Squirrels are scary. I will not share how my folks dealt with that.
Last week it was a lovely story of the mother mourning dove that laid eggs in their front porch. Apparently Mama Dove hatched two eggs. The weaker baby dove died (fell on the concrete). The one surviving baby dove is now called Paloma (Lily's middle name). My dad is documenting her life. Here are his photos and his own captions.
April 25 Baby Paloma watched by mama
April 25
April 25 Mama bird incubating for last time
April 29 Alone
May 1 - Practicing for flight
May 2 - Waiting for mama
May 3 - Mama did not return, she's on her own.
Oh life...
EDIT: Developing story
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