As I left the house the other day, I heard a bird. Not the normal caw caw of a crow, or the squawk of a seagull. This was a song bird. I'm not sure I've ever heard a songbird in Alameda, out in the wide open spaces and in between the houses! It sounded so lovely. I tried to find where it was, but the hedge was too high or the roof covering next door was providing a hiding space for it. I immediately was taken back to New Zealand. My daughter, Sutter, knew the songs each bird sang and identified the bird. And I'm sure her husband, Sean, was the one who taught her. When I was last in NZ I came to appreciate those songs. I imagine that whether the birds are happy or sad...they just sing no matter what! I preferred that thought, truth or not. Just prior to hearing that bird, I was walking down the porch steps and wondering what more I could do to save water around here. Saying I won't bath/shower is a lie. So I don't say that. But I have reduced my water intake.