Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 24, 1932

Brooker over at morning bringing rabbit meat and a crow he had shot. The latter excited me. Tho it gave me a pang to see my favorite bird lifeless, yet my desire to have a stuffed crow for my studio has been so great that I was overjoyed. At once to taxidermist in Cheektowaga to order it mounted. The taxidermist had a whole case full of birds, among them a crow, the post of which I liked. He also had a crow with wings spread which I determined to buy.

Leaving his house – the tall motionless cold blueish phantoms of smoke against the sky – the northern horizon light, a heavy pall hanging down from the zenith. Walk over Harlem Ave. to Ind. Church Rd. The sky clearing, the sun coming out at times clear and warm, snow and ice melting, rivulets dancing with sparkling light. East on Ind. Church Road. Thousands of black birds or starlings feeding in the fields, over which ragged patches of sunlight flowed in bewildering manner. Bus at foot of bridge home.

P.M. B & I to Buffalo to buy Easter things for the children. The air full of racy tang. To market to see flowers. Home on 3:00 bus.

To Studio – getting up my courage I burn many more pictures and feel more light-hearted tonight!

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, March 24, 1932