He waited for me
I stepped out of our second-story apartment at about 8:40 one Sunday morning to go to church, and was greeted by this sight, perhaps 30 yards away. A mourning dove was perched atop the fence surrounding the swimming pool, and the background and lighting, apart from the beautiful bird itself, made for an ideal photograph. I lamented not having my camera at hand, figuring the bird would be gone by the time I went in to grab it, so I decided just to watch him for a few moments. And he stayed put, so I decided what the heck, I might as well give it a try. I went back inside, grabbed my camera bag, removed the camera, switched lenses (in favor of my 300mm telephoto), then stepped back outside.
The dove was still there, and I was able to get off five shots in rapid succession before he flew away. And this little episode had me smiling all the way to church, where I couldn't wait for the three-hour meeting block to end so I could put this image on Flickr. (Another of these five images might follow, but I want to leave this one on center stage for at least a couple of days.)