We have a beautiful courtyard at our school. We have talented and giving parents who tend, garden, and care for our little nature preserve. I kid you not that it is a nature preserve. Each year we have ducks that nest in various protected corners. We are happy that the ducks choose us as their home. It means we can watch through our beautiful windows as the ducks sit day after day. We marvel at their patience and commitment to nesting. The ducks have become part of our school’s identity.
I think it was last year that we also noticed that a pair of doves had also chosen our courtyard as their home. Unlike the ducks, the doves are more visible and not camouflaged in with the leaves and other greenery.
Yesterday was a half day for parent teacher conferences. The buses were lined up like ducks in a row. Grades were dismissed one by one. I watched out my window as the kids filled up the sidewalk in search of their ride home.
I was startled out of my dismissal observations when I heard a voice. “There are doves nesting in the trees! They are so beautiful!”
I rose from my stool, took one more glance at the kids headed home and headed out my door towards the courtyard windows.
As Diane and I walked by the courtyard to the nesting tree, I chuckled and said, “The doves and ducks will always get me up.”