Kindred spirit, Journeyman, we've just now come in off the deck because we were listening to one of the babies sitting in the drizzling rain and singing to itself. Ben, who died, was the first to sing, though he was last with everything else. I considered him the artistic one.

The family comes to be fed several times a day. Syd will come onto the deck, like her mother, but Del keeps her distance, like her dad. They seem to be paired that way.

They come more often when it rains because it's harder to get lizards. They must have been hungry today because, when I got home from work, three of them were waiting on the deck and Dad and Syd made such a noise.

I must try the clucking noise.