This sweet little baby dove is not going to make it. It fell out of the nest and this morning I found it on the ground with it's little eyes closed. I knew it wasn't well and didn't want to disturb it, so I left it right there while I went to work. When I came home, it was on my sidewalk by the front porch and I'm sure Punkin had picked it up and moved it. There were no puncture wounds, so I don't think she hurt it and it was still alive. It's parents were up in the tree, watching. And, hoping they might try to feed it, I put it on top of the hedge. I don't think they've been near it, but I can see them watching. I put clove essential oil around in the tray to keep away the insects. It's always sad to me, when I have to witness nature taking care of itself. But, the main reason I'm telling this story to you is that the mommy dove is in the tree above her baby and she's cooing. I have lots of doves in my yard, but she's the only one cooing and I do believe she's trying to assure her baby that she's nearby. I love animal behavior and witness special actions and sweet miracles all the time. I'm sad for the little dove.