A few weeks back I wrote about a couple of mourning doves who were hanging out in our backyard.
They're still here. Living in a pile of leaves and things.
I've seen them outside our bathroom window, on the roof of the backroom. They're rarely apart for long. I did not think their Mother was still feeding them, but my wife said she saw her doing so very recently.
I want to name them, but I'm sure once that attachment happens they'll be eaten by a cat, or disappear. My wife already calls them Harold and Maude, because one of them dies. So I'm calling them Sonny and Cher, because, you know.