A few years ago, a pigeon slipped on a patch of ice and walked away unscathed (physically). I wish I could say the same about the dove that took cover on our stoop yesterday. I won't name names, but someone swung open the door a little too hard and hit the sweet dove. The poor guy flew away squawking, and all that's left are some drops of dove blood on our stoop. Yeah, dove blood...on our stoop. Awful. But maybe...magical at the same time? We should probably bottle it and use it for spells.
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