We don’t have any fancy underground cables out here. Our power and phone lines come in strung between tall wooden poles. Those lines cut toward the house on a couple of slightly shorter poles, and right at the house there’s a pole that’s shorter still. The lines come down along that pole and inside.
Yesterday morning at 7:00 I went outside and there was a dove perched on top of the nearer of those medium-height poles, cooing like crazy. At 5:00 pm I went out and what appeared to be the same dove was up there, still cooing loudly. I asked it if it had been up there all day; its answer was to keep cooing. I said to Maryelizabeth, “That’s probably dove for ‘call the fire department; I’m stuck up here!’”
Almost immediately, the dove took off from the pole, flew a wide, lazy circle over my head, then soared back to the top of the pole and resumed its position, continuing to coo. Maryelizabeth said she thought that was dove for something unsuitable for a family blog. She was probably right.
Sometimes it would be nice to have wings.