The lone dove lost her mate a couple years ago — the image of her guarding his lifeless body is one I cannot shake (no matter how hard I try). She now hangs out with two others; sometimes they tolerate her. Others, they distance themselves whenever she approaches.
Moments before I took this photo, they were resting three in a row. But in the few seconds it took for me to retrieve my camera, the pair took one simultaneous shake of their wings and “hopped” one wire over, leaving the widow alone in their wake.
