Drip, Drip, Drip

For some reason, when the rains come the doves gather in Auntie's Tree.  I waited for 5 minutes for Molly to turn her head to look over her shoulder.  (Do birds have shoulders?)  Her feathers really showed their best.  I love the soft brown edged in blue and her back looking just like a pine cone.  You can't see her red toes but you can't have it all.  We are finally getting some much needed rain, thankfully.  Although it is a chilly morning, it's not cold enough for snow.  Perhaps next week.