Zenaida macroura, the mourning dove. Love that crazy Latin name. Zenaida is a genus of American doves, but could be a girl’s first name.
Oh, wait: The name of this genus commemorates Zénaïde Laetitia Julie Bonaparte, wife of the French ornithologist Charles Lucien Bonaparte and niece of Napoleon Bonaparte.
Some birds flit, but not doves. We looked at each other for a while, through the sliding glass door. The longer I looked, the more beautiful the bird. It’s loveliness increased.
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
– John Keats, Endymion