Look!That's a mourning dove,They're the coolest birds...
I got a huge smile! This was a perfect day! But like always By ruined it.
"Look!" He pointed up at a telephone wire where a big bird sat. The bird was about the size of a pigeon and was grayish brown with a long pointy tail hanging underneath it. By jumped up and said,"That's a mourning dove, They'er the coolest birds . . ."
By threw a Swedish Creme at it. The cookie zipped right by the birds head and all the bird did was raise its wings once and look behind it.He threw three more cookies at the bird and it still didn't move.
When Byron's fourth Swedish Creme left his hand I knew that if the bird didn't move he was going to get whacked!
The cookie popped the bird smack - jab in the chest! The bird's wings both stuck out to the side and for a hot second with its tail hanging down and its wings sticking out like that it looked like a perfect small letter t stuck up on the telephone wire.
Then, in slow motion, the bird leaned back and crashed to the dirt of the alley behind Mitchell's.