I really enjoy the immense diversity of beauty of birds. The sheen of their feathers in natural light, the sweet look they get in their eyes, and sometimes the mischievous looks, too. And the ones I have smell really good, as well. Like a roasted sunflower seed. You said I couldn't say people. If you had not said that, my children would be the choice. Isn't it funny how life will allow you to "catch" moments in your memory as if you'd taken a photograph? Dapples of sun light filtered through a window, highlighting the crown of curls of your child as they sit unaware that you're watching them investigate new food at the dining table. Tinkling laughter of delight and the sounds of bare feet slapping the wooden floors as they bolt down a hallway. Children are the best.