A compound with a small patch of grass, two small square ponds filled with muck and snails and [hopefully, I say] hydras. Most of the time, the lone Koel gets very bored and starts cooing in an energetic tone. And thus those treepies join in and the parakeets get agitated. A few minutes later it's all over.
And then, silence.
The home-theatre inside is booming with Lacuna Coil's soothing strain. The lone occupant of the echoing house starts faintly nodding his head to said music. He then gets distracted and turns off the music and goes out. His head is spinning with too much of input.
He takes out a wide-screen laptop, muttering how he hates the brand, and he starts randomly browsing the net, sitting under a large tree, which proves to be equally friendly to humans, ants, worms and large flies.
The Prince slowly escapes into the large, now-barren garden. In a few months' time, all this would be a lush lawn, as it used to be. Just a little water. Just a little gardening, and everything would be beautiful again.
He studies a little, but he studies the life in his new surrounding. Everything moves if you keep your eyes still.
He watches movies and the stars when he gets the time, and when he doesn't feel sleepy. Finally.
Oh lovely new Home.