The Doves

 

When we moved into this old house after the extensive resurrection, I put up a bird feeder and soon after, what seemed like a family of doves appeared.  I did not have dove visitors at our previous farms, and really fell in love with them, felt they were a sign.

There will be peace here, Karen.” 

Fifteen years later, they still visit my feeder – which I placed right at the kitchen window so that when I do that dreaded chore (dish washing, bleh) I can at least observe my feathered friends.  When they aren’t at the feeder, we often see them sitting on the roof of our house.. and at night they tuck themselves into the thick pine we planted at the front gate, now a large tree.  Sometimes they are “birds on a wire”, sitting  just in front of that pine tree on the power lines that run down the road.

Every time something really horrible happens here in this country lately… I watch with great hope.. to see if it will turn Tr*mp et al’s heart, bring him and his entourage the understanding that their own hateful rhetoric throws fuel on the fires of division that we all know will end us if we don’t quit the shit, and awful things happen as a result. When he was nicked with a bullet I had hope that he would see the error in spewing hatred, because that hatred came right to his home to roost. (Nope)
This assassination of a D leader and her husband this week, the critical injuries of another two… and a hit list of 70 more… should have been another turning point. There was the initial statement that seemed appropriate. But it was soon followed by a chaser of…
…”D’s are sick of mind, hate our Country, and actually want to destroy our Inner Cities – And they are doing a good job of it. There is something wrong with them.”
Just days earlier, the Speaker of the House who claims to be a devout Christian, called for the governor of California to be tarred and feathered.
Two people were just murdered because of this kind of hateful false rhetoric. People who are not sound of mind look to their “leaders” and act on what they are being fed. That is not rocket science and denying or ignoring it doesn’t make it go away.
I hate politics, always have. I choose common sense, accountability, decency… equality… freedom, prosperity for all. Not a party. Why do I speak up? Why do I think anyone cares what I have to say? Being honest here… I’m criticized by certain members of my own family for doing so…. but I don’t do it to please or annoy anyone else. NOT STANDING UP AND SAYING THIS ISN’T RIGHT, THIS IS NOT WHO WE ARE….. feels wrong. I’d love nothing more than to be able to go about my life blissfully unaware of the ugliness oozing from the pores of this country right now. But we owe it to ourselves, to our children, to our fellow countrymen…to not turn a blind eye, to be brave regardless of whether it will be criticized by your friends, family, neighbors. DO something, SAY something, and for God’s Sake… LITERALLY…… choose kind.
History has already taught us these things, why.. why.. why… isn’t this country capable of learning from past mistakes… so that we DON’T REPEAT HISTORY.
Peace.

5 thoughts on “The Doves”

  1. Needs to be said out loud. “All it takes for evil to triumph is for good people to say nothing.”

  2. I so agree. Our leader has, by example from day one, bred a system of disrespect. Thus we have gone from being the most respected country in the world to among the least respected. Feared, yes. Respected? No. Beyond sad….

  3. I want to add that I, too, feed birds, scattering it on the hillside close to my kitchen windows above the sink where I wash dishes. Black-headed Grosbeaks, Northern Cardinals, Brown Thrashers, Towhees, Field Sparrows, Blue Jays (the mafia!), House Finches, and more, included Collared Doves — not as sweet as your Mourning Doves, but…. then sunflower seeds in a hanging feeder for the Black-capped Chickadees. I do love birds!

    1. hahahaha… bluejays are the mafia!! they’re so fresh! we have a lot of gold finches too… I have thistle feeders for them. now I have to look up Collared Doves! Thanks for stopping in, Linda 🙂

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