A speck of "The Picket Fence of Havertia", an almost (finally) finished art novel I have been churning out for the last long while: Adjacent to the house, a multitudinousness of colored birdhouses crafted from sand, wood and stone shrouded the trees, shrubs, and outdoor shelving units, contrasting dramatically with the flittering birds tucked inside. Habibi gleamed at the sight of her ornithological paradise. “I don’t know where they come from. I just know that they came from somewhere and they are on their way to somewhere else. I like thinking that they are always going and coming. They must see so much. Every year, more and more birds visit me. I think they must tell other birds about this place, and then other birds tell more birds, and they all come. They come!” Habibi spread her arms above her head. “This is real curious. I still can’t figure out why they take to me the way they do… Watch.” Every bird in the yard flew from birdhouses and perched on Habibi’s fleshy arm branches. A miscellany of color and size, one hundred birds settled closely next to one and other and closed their eyes. “I don’t usually allow them to nap on me for long periods of time. My arms become so tired after just a few minutes.” Habibi whispered. “But isn’t this something?” She asked, lowering her arms slowly like a draw bridge giving its travelers space to move on.