Charles Burchfield, Journals, June 3, 1914

...Mists seem poured out by sun’s rays. Beauty of whitish-green locusts against opaque sky. The road beyond more secluded - edged with trees. “Millions” of birds. Flickers, chewink, song-sparrows, blue-jays, cardinals, many unfamiliar ones - these are but the ones I “heard” Hear unfamiliar bird call - not unlike the sound of a squeaky windmill tho without that harshness. I proceeded in the direction of the tree whence came the call, but had not gone far when its author took alarm and flew to the south. Presently, hear call again. I look and barely distinguish him on a dead tree to the south. He flies up and starts to his original perch, calling as he goes. I discern a smaller bird chasing it, and the chase continues after they reach the tree. The large bird finally flies out with something in its beak. Its beak + head suggests a hawk and its size a sparrow-hawk...

Charles E. Burchfield, Journals, June 3, 1914