On The Wings of a Dove

I feed the birds. Juncos, finches, woodpeckers, chickadees, nuthatches. All of them. Even the greedy, bossy crows. I especially love the crows. They are clever and so family oriented. My book about urban crows says they keep last year’s babies, now young adults, around to help raise the current babies. And I love that they are very social. Not being especially social myself, I admire that quality. But today I had a new visitor. A dove. At first I thought it was a pigeon and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Discriminatory, I know. After some online research I discovered it was a ring-necked dove, which looks similar but sounds much more elite. It pecked around the ground a little and then left and I haven’t seen it since. But in my research to distinguish the difference between the two, A-I said this: “A dove visitor typically symbolizes peace, love, hope, and new beginnings, frequently interpreted as a comforting message from a passed loved one or a spiritual guardian. Their presence often signifies a need for tranquility, emotional healing, and a reminder that you are being watched over.” I love that. I’m going to believe my visitor was a good omen.

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