Two juncos, giddy, drunk with display on what must be one of last available hookup days, fly in short, interlocking spirals until just short of the ground, then they pivot and with short hard wingstrokes ascend to some pre-arranged respiralling point. They are doing this in the lot of newly turned burnt topsoil ("loamy slash") where the little forest was, hard against a pale braided woodboard fence, so that everyone can see them. By the fourth or fifth repetition their spiral is tight--if they were eagles they could lock claws--until at the last moment, less than a foot off the dirt, they fly apart as if pushed, and instead of pivoting upward somersault into hard but perfect two point landings. After quickly shaking off the impact, the bird nearest the fence turns toward it, lowers its head and very quickly runs under it. The other bird follows and they footchase onto the lawn beyond the fence for several feet before flying back toward the big trees behind the house. An odd, rolling gait, but fast.