The other day I heard the coo of a dove nesting somewhere in a tree. The sound brought me back instantly to my childhood as I recall hearing that sound often during warm afternoons in the 1940’s. In fact I remember that sound as I was forced to take naps in my early years.
There is comfort in that gentle sound. Perhaps of less complex times, fewer responsibilities. Times of long hours of daylight and carefree nothingness.
A few days ago my youngest grandson was visiting and he too heard the cooing dove. “I like the sound of that bird, Grandpa.” “It’s a dove,” I said. “I know, it’s my favorite bird sound,” he stated. “Mine too.”