You would never know that this is the face of a killer. As she wanted to be let in the house, I noticed Summer had a baby dove in her mouth. The same baby dove that was on the verge of flying the day before but fell out of it's next in our patio eves and had to be carefully placed back in. Oh so close, poor dove. This is the mother dove the morning of the incident which occured in the afternoon. How sad for her. Summer is going to have to hear about it for some time to come. Daddy dove lives in the same nest with mommy dove. Each year I must rescue or attempt to rescue at least 2 baby doves. It just breaks my heart. And this is what Spring brings.