The Life Cycle of Doves

First there was the egg that I tried to thwart with a forest of plastic cutlery. The eggs would not be denied.

Then there is a giant leap in the timeline because I was afraid they would die like last year's so I didn't want to get attached.

This morning before I left for work, the two babies were hopping around precariously in the rail box.

When I got home, the nest was empty.



I looked to the rocks below, but didn't see any bodies splayed out and broken from the fall. "Maybe they made it," I thought to myself. 



A little sad, I turned around to go in. 

And there they were...

...Crapping on all my stuff!

Those bastards!

Beady Eye ENHANCE!