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	<title>Irregular Times Diaries: Unfit Discussion &#187; mourning dove</title>
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		<title>Saving the Dove</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 08:47:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Curious Sam</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As we walked downtown, we ran into one of my son's teachers.  <i>"I saved a baby dove this morning,</i> my son said.  He told almost everyone we saw what he had done.  He told them he was a hero.]]></description>
				<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I saw our cat carrying a bird in its mouth as I took my family out the back door this morning, I tried to redirect the attention of my children, but my oldest son had already seen what was happening by the time I thought of something to say.  He rushed out into the grass, and grabbed the bird as it flopped along the ground.</p>
<p>He held the bird just right as he brought it back to show us.  It was a baby mourning dove.</p>
<p>I put the bird in a tupperware container so that it wouldn&#8217;t jump free, and then took it a few hundred feet out, to some tall weeds at the edge of the woods.  <i>&#8220;It will be able to hide there,&#8221;</i> I told my son.</p>
<p>As we walked downtown, we ran into one of my son&#8217;s teachers.  <i>&#8220;I saved a baby dove this morning,</i> my son said.  He told almost everyone we saw what he had done.  He told them he was a hero.</p>
<p>When we arrived home, I told my son to go play upstairs for a bit while I cleaned up a mess downstairs.  I did not tell him that I had found a pile of mottled feathers from an in immature mourning dove at the top of the basement stairs.</p>
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