There are twenty-one doves on the power lines overlooking the apartment today — and one finch.
Usually there are about five doves watching over me. Every morning. Other birds are fickle, sometimes here, sometimes not here. Like the ravens. They check in. They do not stay. Or the wild parrots. They visit, but it is sporadic. The doves are always here.
The doves do not even eat pizza crusts. Or oatmeal. Nothing I put out there appeals to them. They just come. And watch over me. With no explanation.
I do not know what twenty-one doves means. But it made me smile to see them.
I really love the doves.
[ps : doves are not pigeons, this is something apparently australians do not know so i have to point it out, go look up doves]