Mystery of the Death Dove

Tejiana is the place to go for custard slurpies, Shumwhere Farm Rd is the place for dead doves.

In the late summer of 2005, me and the punk rock couch cushion inherited a marvelous home from the bank and greedy lumber slingers. Of course, this house has several windows facing all directions, and we do not clean them.

After the first incident, we felt bad and buried the victim. Another "thump" and another attempt to dig the proper grave. This was quickly becoming a chore. Later, the funeral was replaced with a grocery bag and a toss in the rubbish can.

Here we are 3 years later. The doves find new windows to mistaken for open air, and I am still finding dead, half wilted carcasses settled into the 1/2 inch granite rock that surrounds this property.

I have considered leaving them for the local cats, birds, and microorganisms to devour. Although, my concern for smell and, well the smell really is my primary concern.

Here in the desert, heat and low humidity are great for preserving the dead doves should we choose to. If you or your friends would be interested in investing in a window-dove preservation, we would probably consider not collecting them with a garden trial into the green plastic transport device. Selah!

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