During a downpour, we observed a large gray Mourning Dove perched on an electrical wire outside our rear living room window. It flew to our neighbor’s large Bird of Paradise for shelter. The dove rested on an unopened flower under a large frond. Suddenly something funny happened. The bird began lifting up its long, pointed wings exposing its light golden under feathers. It slowly alternated the right and left wings, letting the water drip from the frond down its feathers. The bird was taking a shower! We were humored and blessed by the dove’s comical actions.
“So he wandered away and away with nature, that dear old nurse, who sang to him, night and day, the songs of the universe.” Longfellow