There I stood, surrounded by beauty, talking with others, basking in things grander than me, when I heard the oddest sound, a soft, rolling in the throat kind of noise, gentle yet so out of place in the shop. I thought the stereo system was on the blink since the music for the first time that day had ended allowing me to hear this oddity. My co-volunteer noted my scrunched up, questioning face.
"It's the birds," she explained. "Doves. Pigeons, who knows...They coo. That's what you're hearing."
Now a good storycatcher doesn't exactly take something like that as fact without investigating, so I went to the alley outside to find out for myself.
I searched for the birds.
I found them.
They have found their happy place.
And a zoomed-in shot:
I look so forward to establishing a distant relationship with these two turtledoves...okay, pigeons. To think they chose the one spot on earth called My Happy Place Gallery to call home.
Catch of the day,