Love Doves

It's sunset on the 2700 block of Fremont Avenue in Minneapolis.  After a long day of doing whatever birds do in the dead of winter, these two love doves (well, love pigeons) come back to our neighbor's gutter every night.  They sit wing to wing in this little alcove, protected from the wind, and gaze southwest at the setting sun.  We see them there nearly every night, and occasionally I am even up early enough to brew coffee in their loving presence.  

I adore them.  I really do.