A true mourning dove. This dove had constructed her nest in the thin branches of a nearby Oleander bush. At some time during the strong gusty winds earlier this month, the nest and its precious cargo of two fragile eggs were tossed from the bush. For several hours the next morning, this poor grieving Mourning Dove hen moped around the area. Sometimes she would pick at a stray piece of strewn nesting material and sometimes she just sat and looked bewildered and confused. Later she flew up to an adjacent power line to keep watch over her demolished domicile for a while and then eventually flew away.