A woman discovers a Mourning Dove outside of her bedroom window. They have an arguement, she and her husband, over what kind of bird it is. But she insists. When he asks for proof, she says she doesn't need proof, she saw it first. She convinces him to build a cage; he sets it on the ledge outside the window, leaves the cage door open with food inside; they wait. The bird comes inside, takes the food, calls his wife to say he won't be home tonight.