A female white ringed dove flew down from the pine tree and sat in the frigid stream right next to where I was sitting. She didn’t look very well and my human side wondered if she would let me pick her up and take her to the Veterinarian’s. She sat in the cold stream, taking small sips of water now and then, choking a bit on something I couldn’t see and then closed her eyes. I felt helpless, yet remembered all of the National Geographic films that showed the natural life process of Nature’s animals. She seemed to know what to do with her fate and did not complain once.
still no snow
on the mountain