Saturday morning, the crew heads out the back door with the Windowsill Log under Raven's arm.
"Every tree is an organism," Rocket announces, pointing. "That one. That one. That bird!"
Raven stops at a flower bed. "What do you notice? Each plant here is one organism, but a bee is one too."
Nova hovers above the path. "Organisms come in every size," she says. "Count how many kinds you can spot in two minutes."
They count seven. Then they walk briskly to the end of the street and back.
Rocket sits on the step and presses two fingers to his wrist. "Walking pulse," he says. "Science reading number four."