Helena looked impressed by this. "Salt made by birds?" Did that mean the salt was some kind of guano? If she didn't think about that, could she live with it anyways? Interesting philosophical questions for later tonight while the laughers were yuking it up. She imagined enormous honeycombed beehives, like the kinds you'd see hanging from trees in old kids catoons, bright coloured humming birds zipping around it where it sat on the ground.