First there was the unicycle-riding banana, then the forks in the road (or plastic forks scattered on the ground), and let’s not forget the mysterious wizard. Now a bird has taken up residence on my porch, and I believe it must also be a sign.
I discovered it one morning when I went outside to sit on my balcony. I was talking on my cell phone, and when I turned around, there was a bird two feet from me sitting in a dried up flower pot.
At first, I thought it couldn’t be real. Why didn’t it fly away? I was sitting right beside it and staring right at it. Then I realized she was nesting and wasn’t about to leave her babies.
So now I stand at the door and watch her every day. It’s a nice gift to be able to watch a wild creature so closely, and pretty soon they’ll be more than one. I looked her up online, and apparently she’s a mourning dove who is expected to lay two eggs if she hasn’t already. And she supposedly has a monogamous mate, who I have yet to meet. I’ve named her Abigail.