I’m a bleeding heart. Here are some photos of a bird I was worried about.

Um, if I haven’t mentioned it, I’m a total softy. I love love. I love animals. I cry at just about everything. I’m extremely sensitive. When an apparently injured mourning dove was hopping around our yard one morning this summer I was absolutely beside myself. Watching and documenting the hours that lead up to the bird’s eventual successful flight. Here are the images, taken from the bottom of my weak, weak little heart.