When my former neighbors moved away, their pair of doves moved over here. Earnest and Molly. They had a baby, Edgar. This was 3 or 4 years ago. Then one of the pair died mysteriously. I assumed it was Molly who died, because the remaining dove was quite a singer and supposedly the males are the best singers. Earnest and Edgar, although father and son, live separately because they fought when they were first introduced. Nevertheless they perch near each other and sing to one another. Every spring Edgar curls up in his food bowl and acts broody. After a while he's himself again. This spring, Earnest curled up in his food bowl and became broody too...His food bowl is above eye level so I don't look in there every day, but the day before Fathers' Day when I peeked in, this is what I saw:
Oh no! Either someone has played a trick on me, or Earnest is Molly. And has been for quite a while. This is very confusing and unsettling. He/she isn't very interested in the eggs now, I suppose because they aren't fertile. That's the nature story of the week.
In the Spirit Cloth workshop we are making bases to build a story on later...here is one of my bases before I basted it:
And here is the same cloth after basting...it has a soft depth and is light and wonderful to hold: