Late December in1999 I went out to my dove pen for their daily feeding and to check on the nest I knew had eggs in it. A couple had hatched. Sadly there was one new hatched dove on the floor of the cage, not moving. I picked it up, and noticed it was still moving slowly, even though it was very cold. I also saw a small head wound where it had hit the floor of the cage, which meant no putting it back in the nest. I carried it into the house and set up a warm nest and made some baby dove food. He thrived, but has no interest in other doves. A birdkeeper once told me that being so young the dove may have imprinted on me. He's lived in the house ever since that day I brought him in from the cold. Tweety is quite a character, and the house would be a lot less interesting without him.
