I was exiting my mom’s house, on her newly built ramp for her wheelchair, when I stopped abruptly in my tracks, noticing three mourning doves sitting on the railing of the ramp near the end.
There were two parents and one beautiful baby. The mom, or dad, then flew off and found some food for the baby and came back and proceeded to feed the baby, who was still sitting on the railing.
I stood there transfixed, letting the rain ping lightly on my coat and hat; not wanting to scare them away and not wanting to interrupt the feeding.
After they left, chickadees darted in and out of the bird feeder attached to the front window.
The wonders you can see by standing still and not moving and observing for a while.
Nature will find you, or you will find it.