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Voted lovey-dovey couple 2021 by Devoted Dove magazine, Fred and Wilma's life story, poetry, and other musings can now be shared on . Both are agented by their human neighbor, Julie Penman Livesey, who is British, but lives in California. Fred and Wilma are only mildly interested that Julie is a middle grade fantasy writer, ex animation artist, and baker of pretty good cakes. Julie also enjoys archaic, rare and dialectal wordplay. All boosts welcome.

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Fred's not sure what he thinks about his family becoming a regular feature of Devoted Dove magazine, but busy as Wilma is rearing squabs, she's ecstatic to be asked to talk about their life on Twiglet Drive. This new creative and intellectual outlet is just what she needs to get her through those long, dark nights of nesting, and she looks forward to feedback and questions from fans, especially other dove mothers.

6/29/22, pt 3/3 – I know it’s supposed to be safer to do nighttime nesting duty, but my goodness, it’s also dull as pond water. No one else has nested nearby since Imogen went, so there’s no one to talk to once the sun goes down. The only birds you hear are the ones you don’t want to hear, and then there’s the howls of the wild fanged beasts. We have a lot of them around here. Makes my feathers crawl to hear them.

6/29/22, pt 2/3 – Anyway, once I got over that horrible incident with the crow, I was so excited to see my first squabs. They hatched just a couple of days later – all safe and sound, thank Ariel – and we called them Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm. Fred had reared squabs before, so it came all natural to him, but I was still a bit of a worry-wort. I soon got into the routine though, and I don’t mind saying, I think Fred has the better deal.

6/29/22, pt 1/3 – My goodness, I only just got Salt and Pepper out of the nest on time. Had to get them out a day early, truth be told, because I could tell I would be laying an egg that very night! I told Fred it was all his doing, cooing and wanting to make more squabs when Salt and Pepper were barely hatched. I said, "for Ariel's Sake, can't a girl take a break?"

6/27/22, pt 1/1 – Salt and Pepper left the nest this morning! Unlike some of our squabs in the past, they were raring to go. The blasted white fanged beast chased them up into the trees though, and we haven't found them yet. They'll soon show up when they're hungry. I always get a bit choked up when my babies leave, but that’s life, isn’t it? It’s my and Fred’s job to prepare them for the world as best as we can, but then the rest’s up to them. I wonder how many of them are still out there?

Having already achieved the same quota of clutches as last year, and Salt and Pepper still almost a week away from fledging, Fred is already cooing his 'Come on Eileen' song to Wilma in earnest. One can't help but admire his dedication to ensuring the survival of his species.

Happy inflation day to Fred and Wilma's two new squabs, Salt and Pepper. Inflation day is when the squabs suddenly become so big, their parents can't hide them anymore. One day there's no sign of them, then the next they are huge – like they inflated over night. Happened on day 8, this time. Salt and Pepper are finally able to enjoy the world around them.

6/20/22, pt 3/3 – They made a pretend giant folk to stand on guard near our nest the whole of last season – just to keep the crows away. I had my doubts at first, but I have to say, we’ve not seen a single crow since that horrible day, and we’re well into our second season now. Wasn’t that clever of them?

6/20/22 pt 2/3 – Oh, she was heartbroken! Bert declared that the ledge was a tainted spot now, and they left soon after. I never saw Imogen again, and I miss her to this day.

The giant folk saved our nest, I have no doubt, and do you know what else they did?

6/20/22 pt 1/3 – When we finally dared return to the nest, we were overjoyed to find our eggs unharmed, but when poor Imogen and Bert came back to their ledge, we had to tell them we’d seen the white fanged beast lick up the yolks and broken shells, and pull apart the nest not long after the crow had thrown them all to the ground.

Wilma asked Julie to wish Fred a Happy Father's Day. Devoted partner of Wilma, and proud Dad to many progeny, he is the contented master of his garden in Twiglet Drive.

Proof of life – tiny discarded eggshell found on the lawn, yesterday. Not the first time Julie has found one of these.

6/15/22, pt 3/3 – I kept saying to Fred “if they’ve not been eaten, our eggs will surely freeze without one of us sitting on them,” but Fred said, “Wilma, my love, they’re made of tougher stuff than that, and it’s not like it’s winter.” I could only hope he was right.

6/15/22, pt 2/3 – I didn’t see what happened next, as I was too busy flying for my life, but Fred told me later that the giant folk sent that nasty crow packing. From Fred’s perching place, though, he couldn’t see if the crow had managed to get at our clutch, and we spent an agonizing two hours just waiting and watching from a safe distance, in case the blasted creature returned for another attack.

6/15/22, pt 1/3 – I felt the snap of that blasted crow's beak on my underside as I jumped over his head, and I was sure my eggs were done for! You won’t believe what happened next, though. I bet you will never believe it. Just as I flew out of the way, one of them giant folk appeared, running and flapping his arms.

Happy hatching day to the fourth clutch of this season, and squabs number 14 and 15 hatched in this nest. Welcome to the world, Salt and Pepper!

6/9/22 pt 3/3 – Oh, that crow got frustrated, and using language I won’t repeat, he swore he wasn’t about to give up, and I knew it was just a matter of time before he attempted an attack from the other side, where there was no bar to save us. Out of nowhere, I heard Fred shout “leave Wilma, leave!” and my goodness, I did, just as the crow lunged from the very side I dreaded.

6/9/22 pt 2/3 – I squealed for Fred at the top of my lungs as the crow tried and tried again to get up into our nook – leaping and snapping – but try as he might, he couldn’t reach the nest. A pipe runs along one side of our nook, you see, which makes a perfect ledge for us when we are coming back and forth, but Thank Ariel, it also stopped the crow from being able to get anywhere near the nest.

6/9/22 pt 1/3 – Parsley and Sage have waved adieu, and left the garden. I always feel a bit choked up when my squabs go, but that's life, isn't it, and my new clutch is due in four days! Anyway, after destroying poor Imogen’s nest, that heartless beast of a crow hopped over to where he was right below me and out of sight, then flew up and tried to grab the nest, with me in still it!

6/6/22 pt 2/2 – Her darling little eggs fell out and smashed all over the ground, but he barely gave them a look over and didn’t even bother to eat the yolks, the sod. He must have been hoping for newly hatched squabs to eat. Four little lives lost for nothing. He turned his beady eye on me, then, and hopped back along the fence. Oh, the drama that followed!

6/6/22 pt 1/2 – Where was I? Oh, yes. Imogen, bless her, shouted and fluttered at the crow to clear off, but he just hopped along the fence, casual as you like, then lunged at her nest. She had no choice but to fly away, the poor thing, and so I was left to watch with horror as the evil creature grabbed the nest with his beak and tipped it over his shoulder.

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