As I was getting nearer with my camera, she looked at me as if I had intruded on her nap.
I took several photos as fast as I could because I knew she would fly away any moment. I love the way the wind was blowing her breast feathers.
She decided that I was not a threat so she tucked her head back down.
As I crept closer she was not too happy of my constant attention so I left her along and started to take photos of the blooms on the hill.
After walked away, I turned back to see she had come to the ground to feed on the feast that Brenda had provided her.
I read on google that all pigeons are doves but not all doves pigeons. White pigeons are used for ceremonies such as funerals and weddings as they will return to their owners and a true dove does not have a homing gene. Also, a white doves tail feathers are longer than a white pigeons. I never saw the tail but the bird was too large to be a white dove.
Prince being the practical thinker that he is said someone must have turned some loose during a wedding or a funeral because we are close to both.
The kitty justice is I think the white bird appeared on Mimi's birthday to wish her good will.