Dove: You lookin' at me?
I potted all 36 tomatoes into little foam cups this morning for sharing at the office. A little while later, around lunchtime, I spotted this mourning dove on my windowsill having a rest. Or, perhaps, it was drawn to all the plants on the inside ledge. It's a bit cool but there is a strong wind. Rain is coming, too. It had its eyes closed from time to time. Perhaps it's an older bird seeking safe shelter and rest. It has moved to the other side of my window, now, as I type this and is catching what little sun peeks through the clouds.