Some time ago, when I was home alone, I heard a flutter in the yard. Curious, I went outside to find out what was happening, and I saw a beautiful dove walking around the yard. But something was not well with her, the special way she moved, sometimes funny, sometimes different. She had lost a foot, but it was not an impediment for her so she ran and jumped all around.
I looked for grains and bread crumbs to feed her, then, I gave her water on a little plate and she, with her beak, took everything she could. Unexpectedly, the sun came out that winter morning, and my little dove looked for the heat, she was lying on the floor and spreading her wings…she seemed to give thanks for life.
