By Daria / April 1, 2017 Share Tweet Pin Share Share Browse other gifts from Zazzle.On one rather windy and cold morning in March of 2017 I opened the thermal curtains over the sliding door at the back of my residence. The small patio is usually quiet and empty, with exception of my flowers that surround it, keep blooming and make my heart soar every morning I first lay my eyes on them. But this morning was different. An anxious dove was running back and forth in response to the movement I caused. Then I noticed a feathered ball of her baby dove, nestled against one of my clog shoes, left there for my yard errands. The baby dove looked wet and miserable and his mom looked afraid of me. Everything was happening fast and I felt overwhelmed because I have no experience with handling birds. The only thing I know for sure is that one is not supposed to touch them with bare hand because that might entice their feathered parents to abandon them. So I made a temporary home using a cardboard box, covered in bubble-wrap. I thought they could use one since the storm during the night must have destroyed their nest. And when my dove-home was ready, I couldn't find the birds anywhere.After calling a few animal rescue phone numbers and not receiving any help or useful information about how to proceed, I realized nature would have to take its own course in this case and I needed to accept that. So I did. When worries were trying to surface again in my mind, I did my best to see the little bird family well and secure. I think my staying-positive determined attitude helped them as mush as it helped me to stay calm. Florida Mourning DoveLater on I discovered that there were two baby doves and the fourth member of the family, their dad. The parents were taking good care of the two little ones. I only wish I caught one of the feeding episodes on my camera, they were truly touching! The young family of Florida Mourning Doves moved into the undergrowth of the nearby tree and actually survived the whole unfortunate event of losing their original home, which was very likely somewhere higher in the canopy of that same tree. Obviously the neighborhood cats, freely roaming around, haven't discovered them. On the contrary, it was probably me who disturbed the birds the most when watering my plants.I didn't get any photos of this wildlife story before they all moved on. The only memoir I have is a short video I managed to take on the first day of their dove-adventure.