Each morning I stand at the kitchen sink doing dishes while looking out the window over my garden. It has three bird baths and two feeders and is quite the favourite haunt for many birds. They keep me entertained while I go about the menial task. Of course dishes do take that bit longer when you are not quite focused on the job. And then a lovely surprise; a Cape Canary and its spouse land at the bird bath which resembles a hollowed out rock. It’s not that I don’t see them often; it’s just that they for some or other reason don’t frequent the actual garden. I completely forget about the dishes and watch the two birds thoroughly enjoying their bath. It’s so thrilling to have these two in the garden, making themselves at home. Then the words of one of the Stiffnecks’ come to mind “…thank you,” he said “for reminding me about the little things again…”. It’s so true, here I am standing, a big grin on my face, completely absorbed by two fairly small birds having a somewhat splashy bath. A forum friend who has just returned from a trip to KNP sms’s “….it’s great fun (birding) and when it rains you can still have a great drive…” I am thinking that we birders may actually lead blessed lives: we find joy where others see rain and we can even have fun while doing the dishes!