A robin taking a bath, dip, flutter, dip flutter. Then flapping hard the four feet to the fence top to preen and shake his tail feathers until quite dry. A jack rabbit, half white, pursued by a small ecstatic dog, with this human flapping along behind on a red string. Finally the scent of rain. The shadows of leaves on the midnight wall. Feet up watching the moon disappear into the trees. Three ticks. Many, many robins. This morning: five people, twelve poles, a piece of canvas, and in fifteen minutes, a home. The Convocation Pow Wow is on the 29th of May.