"Birds of Michigan" part 3

Hunter, still mesmerized by Melinda, didn't respond.
  "Um...usually this is where you would introduce yourself as well, right? " Melinda giggled.
  "Oh, right, sorry. Yeah my name... it's... Hunter Reed" Hunter said, bracing himself for the reaction to his name, praying it didn"t ring a bell.
  "Well, Hunter, it's nice to meet you. I'm new to town. I like it here, well, so far. Y'know, you are lucky here in Michigan having such beautiful birds, especially our little invalid here. This Mourning Dove is such a bittersweet bird what with her beautiful feathering and coo and all. Her coo is so sad and mournful. She isn't cooing now, the poor thing, she is alone. Hmm...that means her mate must've died. It breaks my heart to see these beauties alone cause then y'know they've lost their partner.   b
It must be hard to lose your life partner... can you imagine?"Melinda rattled off.
  "Uh... I..."  
  "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry. I started rambling again, didn't I? I swear, I can just go off sometimes. I mean, take just now for example, I barely met you! I don't even know if you like birds let alone care about their mating hab-"
  "I do" Hunter interrupted.
  "What?"
  " I like birds, I find them fascinating." Hunter said with a small creeping smile; the first real smile since the night he'd lost his wife and Daughter.