Razia, like many Kalash children, carries her pet mynah birds on her shoulder where ever she goes. The Kakash have a Buddhist like reverence for all living things. Razia was carefully rescuing some moths that were stuck in a puddle while I photographed her. Every other night Razia and twenty to thirty of her unmarried girl friends would climb to the highest knoll in their village and sing and dance under the bright stars until one or two in the morning.