Birds on a wire at the back fence. It was so unusual to hear them all there at once – some finches, some other types that I left my bed on a Sunday afternoon to investigate. All household water (shower waste, bathroom waste, kitchen waste) comes from taps in our house. It all goes nicely and neatly into a sink of some kind and then disappears through the plumping. It quickly re-emerges into the open drain that surrounds the house, that flows into another open drain that flows into the Rewa River about 200 metres away. Sometimes the open drain fills up in various places with mud or weeds or topsoil and creates a filthy, stinking mosquito and toad ridden moat that surrounds the house on three sides. On this day, I had managed to go knee deep into the slime and dig a trench that seemed to let the water flow away. As the water flowed away and got shallower and shallower, the remaining water became too hot for tadpole survival, and the birds noticed that the tadpoles had no-where to run, no-where to hide. It was like the birds were watching the best show on earth. The next day the drain was empty, and the mud was covered in a myriad of bird footprints of all sizes.