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I sat at my window, fascinated. Two baby doves huddled on the window sill. Mom stood close by, keeping an eye on them. Occasionally she would bend down and nudge one of them with her beak. After a couple minutes, one of the little doves stretched out his wings and fluttered away from the safety of its perch. It didn’t seem like he was going to make it at first; Mom stood at alert. But,… Read More