Doves
Doves are such gentle birds that we all love them.They say “Coo, coo.”Some doves are white.Other doves are bluish-gray.Once I had a gray dove.One day my sister and I went out on the back porch to clean some vegetables.The dove flew up on my head.My uncle’s doves flew into the barn through the open door.They made their nest up in the hayloft.Sometimes they flew over the meadows.They flew far away.But they always came back.
Doves are such gentle birds that we all love them.They say “Coo, coo.”Some doves are white.Other doves are bluish-gray.Once I had a gray dove.One day my sister and I went out on the back porch to clean some vegetables.The dove flew up on my head.My uncle’s doves flew into the barn through the open door.They made their nest up in the hayloft.Sometimes they flew over the meadows.They flew far away.But they always came back.
Doves are such gentle birds that we all love them.They say “Coo, coo.”
Doves are such gentle birds that we all love them.
They say “Coo, coo.”
Some doves are white.Other doves are bluish-gray.
Some doves are white.
Other doves are bluish-gray.
Once I had a gray dove.One day my sister and I went out on the back porch to clean some vegetables.The dove flew up on my head.
Once I had a gray dove.
One day my sister and I went out on the back porch to clean some vegetables.
The dove flew up on my head.
My uncle’s doves flew into the barn through the open door.They made their nest up in the hayloft.Sometimes they flew over the meadows.They flew far away.But they always came back.
My uncle’s doves flew into the barn through the open door.
They made their nest up in the hayloft.
Sometimes they flew over the meadows.
They flew far away.
But they always came back.