Looking for a Strathcona corner store that is open Sunday evening, (a difficult assignment), I came across this small Buddhist temple on Keefer Street:
Up top, keeping the dragon company, is a pair of mourning doves. **
Maybe they're nesting there. We'll go back soon to see if we can find them again.
This was supposed to be a wordless post, because it's late, and I'm sunburnt and tired. So, no more. I'm going to bed, with Noxema on my nose.
**Patrick says they may be rock pigeons. Could be; I'm often wrong. They didn't look like our everyday pigeons to me; smaller, head too small, tail too long. But it could have been an effect of the pose.
I went back and got more distant photos of one, in shadow, unfortunately. Stripes on the wing: rock pigeon. Comma on the face, longish tail, thin body: mourner. White rim on the bill: rock pigeon. Skinny rock pigeon.
One of a million. Oh, well.