I explored this before when I was a child. The dove, imagine it was compelled to the ark. Then it was housed in cramped and smelly quarters surrounded by predators as the enclosed world it existed in was thrown about for what must have seemed an endless time. Then it is chosen. It, like the raven is given a task. It waits, it is dumbfounded, it is disheveled and disarrange in all ways, but it must perform as it has been chosen. We can't even imagine the level of shock the dove would be in as it waits for its moment. It waited though. I carried on and succeded because it was chosen.