Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Our grandson is feeling better so we went to a nearby park and walked in a grove, and as we walked it seemed to rain on us. First I thought it was the dampness of the trees and the fog, but I realized we were in a tiny microclimate where it was light rain or heavy fog or something, but as we walked out of the grove, it was not wet at all. We are so parched here for rain, and yet in the foothills the weather is radically different. I felt grateful the trees were not suffering there. If we were up at the cabin it would be hot and dry, and down here it is chilly in the morning, sunny in the afternoon, and a light jacket needed when I'm outside. Strange. As we ate breakfast this morning we saw lots of birds around our birdfeeder: stellar jay, scrub jay, juncos, sparrows and others. The squirrels pick up all the seeds dropped on the ground. It's companionable to have them eating nearby and it entertains our grandson, who loves birds. Actually, they all do. The one year old grandson says "caw, caw, caw" when he sees any bird. The older two love birds and can identify quite a few. They have those toy stuffy birds that sing their song when you press them. The two year old staying with us now loves my kookaburra with it's funny laughing song. Kookaburras are my personal favorite, and I adore all kingfishers. They are difficult to spot in the wild, but fascinating. I have seen wild kookaburras in Australia, a memorable sight for me.