He was filling the empty white spaces between the green and purple squiggly lines with a red crayon when the throaty cooing sound coming from the window sash distracted him. He hastily walked to the closed window, stood on tiptoes and peered out.
The plump pigeon, with a short stout shimmering neck and a thin beak, was resting in her usual place. Next to her, were the tiny pink hairy creatures with fragile wings moving sleepily inside the broken shells.
“Mama! Come. Look. The babies are out!” the toddler gleefully jumped and clapped staring at the new squabs breaking out of the eggs.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson