A face only a mother could love?
The newest addition to our menagerie.
After a year and half of sitting on empty eggs, the proud parents, our couple of lovely white doves residing here in the kitchen, finally produced another baby. Odd how unnatural it is to have offspring born as summer is coming to a close, and the rest of the mountains is starting to put on their winter coats… or think about leaving.
Well, odd as it may be, it is cute… I tire not of the beauty and wonder of new beings. Softening the hard lines of living. Reminding us of the pure simplicity in the miracle of life.
Survival, existence, a purpose to life… we put so much more on top of this mountain of ideas, when really, I suppose, it is so simple. The drama of life taking place in the corner of my kitchen.
