We opened the door early to check on the two young Mourning Doves and found nothing. No Mama, no hatchlings, nothing — and that meant "fledging day!" The two young Doves left their nest (fledged) for the first time in their short lives, and they've been in and out with Mama all day. Such joy! I'm beyond thankful to have had the opportunity to photograph this dear fledgling on one of its visits back to the nest; and as my fingers dance across the keyboard, I get the urge to stand and peek out the window to see if Mama and Papa are still watching the nest from a branch of the hickory tree. They’re not, but a fawn just galloped across the road; and this beloved hill has my heart!
