Where's my dinner

Having left before I fed the birds this morning I was greeted with an irate dove looking in the window wondering where I was.....One of the forty something doves that regularly visit my garden for feed....the same doves that invariably fly off as soon as I open the door and never land when I'm in the garden... reminds me of my grandson who never comes to me unless he's very upset... Sometimes it's best to accept that sometimes things are as they are and wishing for something else is of no consequence.... There will come a day when the doves will land and my youngest grandson will come willingly...... Tomorrow we will feed the swans and when they bite me he will laugh...and that's enough for now....