The weekend before last, I was down at the beach house. It was an overcast and chilly Saturday that was perfect for watching bad television and napping. While preparing Leo’s lunch, something caught my eye outside the kitchen window. Nestled on the garden chair was Mrs. Morning Dove. She was insistent on making a nest in the dryer vent all spring. And then I saw in the tangle of climbing roses and autumn clematis, the gang – resting between their runs on the bird feeder. Leo finally did get fed.