It’s good to share couch time with a good dog.

While standing at the door pondering whether to let Fitzi in, a small movement caught my attention. This Mourning Dove had ducked, apparently trying to hide from me. It has apparently made a nest at the very end of the sheds’ eavestrough roughly 3 meters from where I stood just inside the door. It may be a precarious place to build a nest. We will see how this turns out.

On weekend mornings we begin the day by sitting in bed, drinking a French press of coffee, surfing or reading. Fitzi and Lucy are welcome to join us.
Lucy usually keeps a close watch out the window for squirrels that may be bold enough to (in her opinion) trespass.
And after all these years I still love her floppy ears.
