There is one last difference I celebrate in signing off from this 53rd Parliament. This morning I woke to the birdsong of tūī from my Hill Street flat, and, on my walk here, saw a beautiful kererū in Parliament's trees, something you would have not seen or heard 30 years ago. It's this stunning wildlife, whether you are Māori or European, Pasifika, Asian, or whatever, that helps define who we are as New Zealanders. May the birdsong for ever be heard here at Parliament and across our land, to remind us how blessed we are to call these islands home.