Hey, folks!  I owe you all a mea culpa.

Last post eloquently postulated about our mourning doves which I announced had created a nest in the front door wreath.  It was a logical assumption as last year, they made woven homes in my mom’s hanging porch pots.  However, seems I  jumped the gun on that one.

My mom has just informed me that a house finch fluttered from the nest this morning after she went out to get the mail.  I’m owning up to this one.  No dove of peace but what say you to the Finch of Faith?  I like that!

And I even found a fitting quote to go along with our sweet little nesters:

“Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.”  Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), Bengali poet, short-story writer, song composer, playwright, essayist, and painter out of Calcutta, India.

From Illinois, here’s to keeping the faith, and the 平安 (ping ahn), Peace.