I love listening to the cooing of my mourning doves. Her distinctive lullaby brings back warm memories of late-night visits to my grandmother’s 100-year-old home.
I would curl up in the feather bed and wake up to the beautiful cooing of mourning doves. They perched on a fence near the house and their coos floated softly through the air to my open bedroom window. The fence seemed to be their favorite spot as they sat together for hours, just cooing and watching the world go by.