If you look closely, in the middle of my beautious blooms there is the head of a morning dove peering out.
I went to water my hanging baskets on Monday and was greated with a very loud flapping of wings. After restarting my heart, I looked in the basket - mama morning dove was gone, but itty-bitty baby morning dove was comfortably nested in.
I few months back I may have accidentally smashed an egg I found in my flowers. Apparently that act of birdie murder didn't thwart my doves' desire for a lovely pink home.
So, due to my guilt of murdering their first attempt, I will let my doves stay...