From one of our room’s windows at the Lampliter in Visalia, I caught a glimpse of a stream and this trail, which led me at one point on that “lounge-about” Saturday to say to Jerry, “Think I’m go out and prowl around a bit.”
“Okay,” he muttered, hardly looking up from his reading.
I gathered my camera and an extra lens and headed out, quickly finding this appealing city-maintained trail. As I rounded some large oleander bushes on the hotel grounds to step onto the trail, I saw a bridge that extended over the creek that runs beside the trail. My breath caught, for looking directly at me, were these two doves.