Our dove?
Just because 'our dove' was born in the grapevine, it doesn't mean it can freely walk on the pergola roof and make clicking noises with its 'dear little feet.'
I run up my stairs to my lookout and it flies off.
'Doesn't our little dove look sweet sitting on the roof next door,' says Lynettea.
I run up my stairs to my lookout and it flies off.
'Doesn't our little dove look sweet sitting on the roof next door,' says Lynettea.
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