Hugh has taken several pictures of the Mourning Doves on the nest this past week. You can hardly call it a nest though. "Nest" would insinuate a cozy warm bed, surrounded by warm down. A doves nest is barely a few sticks laying flat...no comfort or cover at all and no protection from the weather. We worried for them when the nights dipped into the low 20s and when we had the big storm with severe wind and pounding rain and hail. There were mornings when the dove on the nest actually looked worn and tired.... head down and feathers ruffled. They continued to take turns caring for the eggs though and got thru it.... such great little parents. What a lesson in determination and the beauty of nature. In this photo the rain drops are still visible on the Dove's back.