We live in the country. We love the fact that we get tons of trees around our home and the animal life that comes with them. In fact, when we saw a family of foxes, we were over the moon, staring at them and taking pictures. We really love our wild critter neighbours.
Until they come into the house, that is.
Yesterday, a mourning dove decided our garage was much more appealing than the trees and in she came.
After flying around the inside of the garage for a minute, she landed on our open garage door and seemed quite content to stay there.
My husband, the therapist, immediately decided she needed counselling. He headed back into the house to check the DSM book.
I decided to try and explain things to our feathery friend. But, no matter how clearly I said to her that she was a bird who needed to live in the trees, our new visitor disagreed.In fact, she seemed to like the tone of my voice and settled quite happily in her new home.
It was time to use force. I got a dusty old broom out and waved it in the air, when that didn’t get a reaction, I touched the garage door, then moved closer to the bird. Until she flew…to the other side of the garage and found a new perch.
My hubby reappeared and, seeing the bird was still with us, shook his head and headed back inside. My two furry akitas had, by this time, heard the commotion and were trying to get into the garage to see what the fuss was about. Through the door, I could see my hubby banging his head against the wall.
I tried moving closer to the bird to intimidate her with my human presence but this dove seemed devoid of any fear and didn’t even budge an eyelid. Jumping, waving my arms and even singing caused similar reactions and finally, exhausted, I decided to embrace our feathery friend. Maybe we could leave the garage door open in perpetuity.
That was when the clouds parted a rare ray of winter sunshine fell across our front lawn. While we don’t live in a paradisiacal forest, when the sun shines on the trees, it’s quite beautiful. Certainly more appealing than the inside of our garage.
The dove agreed and flew back outside.
Ah…life in the country is never boring.