PEACE FROM THE MOURNING DOVE COO
For the last three days, two Mourning Doves have visited me. The first day they meandered on my driveway, sauntering together like a couple enjoying a spring day. On the second day, they explored the yard stopping for a bite to eat at the feeder. Always together, always loving and caring towards each other.
Today one sat on the deck railing, closer to my patio door, bobbing its head from side to side, shyly peeking in at me. The other dove sat a tad further away on the same brown railing but closer to the bare Dogwood tree.
As I sipped my morning coffee, the doves entertained me, glancing towards each other checking to make sure their loved one was not far away. Then the one closer joined the other, and like the wind, flew up and perched on the telephone wire, side by side. They cuddled there for some time, swaying, getting closer, weathering the wind that whipped the thin wire like a clothesline on wash day. Then when the wire settled down, they flew off together hopefully living happily ever after.
Just like people, we meet on our path, God in His wisdom, created birds, butterflies, dogs, cats, and all animals to teach us lessons. The Mourning Doves are a perfect example. These precious birds who mate for life are loving and caring, sharing their days together whether sitting on a telephone wire, on a tree branch, or on a deck railing. Where there is one, you will usually find the other. When death eventually comes the one left behind will often remain alone.
In the evenings when I take my walk, or when I sit on my front porch, the coo of the dove, reminds me of the love they share. It is the softness of the coo that fills my heart with a sense of peace, and a message of hope when days are tough. I’d like to think that each time a coo whispers through the trees, love travels hoping to touch all those you need to be reminded, that no matter what life brings, love is always the answer.