Doves On the Porch

It is cold, wet and getting colder. We walked the one block down the street to the El Dorado restaurant for lunch, keeping close to the wall to shelter from the wind. The same family has been serving really quite ordinary Mexican food at the El Dorado for three generations. It is full of mostly wrinkled pink diners who wouldn't know a taco from a tamale; why change the menu now? Except for a going away dinner for friends last year this is the first time we have eaten there in three or four years. I have to say the decor has been nicely upgraded and the food has maintained it's consistency.

Upon returning, we found Inca Doves huddled for dry warmth on the railing under our rear porch roof. These are adult birds, about the size of a large sparrow with a long tail. I hesitate to use the word "cute" to describe birds or animals, but my second choice would have to be "darling", and I simply cannot go there. (Photo taken through glass of our kitchen sink window.)

Still humming that old song.

That old time feeling
Goes sneaking down the hall
Like an old gray cat in winter
Keeping close to the wall

And that old time feeling
Rocks and spits and cries
Like an old lover remembering
That girl with the clear blue eyes

Close to the wall in the subtropics - Gunnar