The question of the day as I walk out to feed is, are the mourning doves up, yet? The answer is yes. There were at least three if not four or more cooing back and forth. The solitary dove flew to the run in shed, again. This time however, another dove joined it for a little while.
The horses were happy to see me & more than willing to eat early. A foggy mist blanketed the big pasture. Pretty day.
The start of a new day. We’ll see what today brings.