It's snowing February 16, 2015 in the Missouri Ozarks, a wonderful day to be tucked in at home with a pot of homemade soup on the stove and a pile of favorite bird books nearby.
It's also one of my favorite times to watch my garden and see what visitors come in and fly by.
One of the mysteries I wanted to solve was what birds have been using my tiny ront porch outside my front door. Over summer, I found shelled sunflower seeds scattered under my swing. Then earlier today, I saw several birds flying off before I could reach a window.
After tucking a camera in my pocket and waiting for calm to resume, I caught this bird comfortably settled on my porch swing.
Do you recognize it?
It's a mourning dove, with the most beautiful feathers when it settles in the sun. There is a bevy of them usually in my garden, sometimes just roosting on a tree limb outside my living room window.
Of course, as my brother David would suggest, but then again, maybe this bird isn't the one that has been on my deck...