Was I hearing an owl whooting in the distance? I look out the window to see where it might be. There just below me in the shingling over the downstairs window was something with its beak in the cracks between shingles. A small mourning dove. Oohh, i grab a camera. As soon as the dove realizes i am there it pulls its head up. I get my shot, and it takes off with that typical whirring sound they make upon take-off.
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