A few years ago we found an injured white dove in our driveway. The cat was very interested in it, but not enough to harm it. I fed it some birdseed on the table. It could only fly a little, and at night it slept on top of a very tall candelabra that I have in the driveway. It seemed to have an injury on its breast. Well it gradually got better and for a while I didn't see it, but then I did.
Filomena was telling me all about the dove one morning and she pointed to it. It was sitting on her roof. She has been feeding it too. Filomena doesn't speak much English so her stories are part English, Calabrian and miming. She pointed to the sky. It was obvious that the dove had been sent by God to watch over her. She had named it Saint Columba which is the name of an old saint from the fifth century who was called the dove of the church.
St. Columba can be seen every morning sitting on the telegraph lines above the back garden. Sometimes with two grey pigeons. St Columbo reminds me that if you look after an animal, it often will hang around afterwards.
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