Trooper

  

    While ironing in my kitchen, I noticed one of our resident Mourning Doves on the power line in the alley.  He/she likes to sit there during the afternoons.  The rains came down, down, down...hard at times.

The bird sat, slightly hunched over but resolute and patient, or maybe just hot enough to get a cooling shower.  It's still out there, thirty minutes into the rain.