Being Brave Enough
Not two nights before, I had picked up her still-warm, lifeless hatchling off the concrete slab of our porch and slid it into a shoebox for my husband to dispose of away from the peering eyes of my two little boys. She stared at me as I took away her baby, and I watched her nuzzle in closer to the surviving sibling who had always been the larger of the two birds that had hatched. At least two times a year for the last ten years, the corner of our patio cover has been the home of countless mother doves…