Lay your head back against the softtub. See the turkey vultures lazily gliding along the thermals. Hear the flutter of wings as the chickadees and towhees rush past you to get to the feeder. Let your eyes drift down to the tops of the redwoods about a hundred yards away. See the different flight patterns as the birds fly back and forth between the tops of the redwoods to the feeders in the garden surrounding you. Some look like they are doing the breast stroke. Up and down. Up and down. Others fly in a rapid straight line. Back and forth.
Feel the fresh, warm water against your skin, suspending you to zero gravity. Hear the wild turkeys gobbling near by. Sit up and see the male turkeys strutting about the meadow with their feathers fanned, while the females look on with nonchalance. The fragrance of the wild roses starting to bloom in the thickets surrounding you start to tickle your nose.Hear the distinctive cries of the birds. The occasional territorial lecture squawk from the acorn woodpeckers. The "bee-bee-bees" of the chickadees. The pacman-like worried mother sound made by the quail. An occasional "yank-yank " from the nuthatches.
Now lay back again and look up at the blue sky, your body floating in the water. Close your eyes and take in the sounds and sensations. Ahhhhhh.
Who wants to join me?