birdies and clouds and soups

I wish I had a good way to record all the bird sounds coming from these tree tops. The mourning doves, the thrushies and the conures are all causing a racket, but a nice racket that i like. It's funny, I didn't even know we had parrots here, let alone that they were called conures, until a few years ago. I was at Coral World with Johnny, I think, and there were some in a cage. I thought to myself, "I've never seen one of these in my life." That very afternoon, what do I see in a tree, one of the very trees in this picture, right in front of the balcony, but about six conures all screeching and chasing each other? It's a pity I couldn't get a picture now - they must be hiding in the bush because I am hearing them.

Another boring sunset picture. I never get tired of sunsets - it's one of my favorite things about being down here. The days don't really get longer or shorter here, not the extent they do in New England, so you never have to get home in the dark. Well, I never did. I always had time to get home and watch the sunset on the porch. Sunrise, on the other hand, is like Dax-bane. I can't seem to make myself enjoy it.

My parents went to a concert and left me by my lonesome. I'm still feeling under the weather, and, despite my nap this afternoon, I didn't feel like going out. They left me a delicious soup that my dad made: carrots, green plantains, leeks, watercress, tannia and chicken. Now this is soul food.