I walked into the kitchen area the other day and found Abby on the window sill making the strangest noises. She clearly wanted something very very badly. I looked out and saw a dove frozen in terror on the other side of the glass from her nose. She kept trying to get closer, to no avail. Finally she took a swipe at him and he mustered the courage to fly away. For the rest of the evening she kept going back to the window sill. She'd look over her shoulder at me and plead - "please make him come back!"