A Lonesome Dove

This morning I heard the dove before I saw it. As I searched for the source of the mournful call, my eyes located it - sitting atop a post. It moved from place to place, looking and calling. . . . .looking and calling. At one point, it landed on the railing just outside my window and I could feel it's distress. Looking and calling for it's mate. I can hear it still. The wind and storm were fierce last night. How long will it continue the search?

UPDATE: Well, that's what it FELT like, anyway. A bit of googling revealed it was likely a male dove advertising in the early morning for a mate to spend the season with. Once they find each other, they will stay together and nest several times during the season.

Either way, he was, certainly, a lonesome dove.