Guess who's coming for dinner?

Last night we had an unexpected guest for dinner.
She showed up announced only by a loud thud on the French window of the palapa.
After seeing something jumping convulsively under a Palo de Arco tree I walked outside to see what was going on and I eventually found this wounded dove.

Brought it inside for a brief examination and noticed with pleasure that beside a small cut on the head and a visible state of shock it was ok.
I placed it in a bowl, covered it with a bandanna and kept Pita, the cat, at bay.

Hungry eyes...

The second I got distracted by the almost burning dinner, the beast was on it already.
Feathers flying all over the kitchen, the bird managed to fly up onto the ceiling fan where it stayed well out of reach of Pita and Tony, who by now was looking forward to an unscheduled snack of raw, organic, wild protein.

As Lupita arrived we decided that the bird had recovered from the crash and, yes, it could fly.
She gently placed it in a tree, outside of the kitchen window and out of reach of the two possessed animals that stayed locked inside for the night.
As we left this morning we checked the tree and noticed with a note of optimism that the dove left the tree and flew away.

I know this is a little different story from the what I usually post... rest assured that if the dove would have been of a larger variety we would have a recipe and food shots instead of a "bleeding heart" post  ;   )
I spent half of mine hunting for them, cooking them and eating them and now .....
Such is life, isn't it?