Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

air to a certain point and then floats slowly down, overflowing with sweet warbling notes ceasing only when he sinks into the sweet fresh deep grass and there faces the cooling breeze!  In an apple tree I saw an Oriole searching for aphids in the bloss­oms.  The oriole is one of the most brilliant birds we have - such a full rich orange. And what a full inspiring song is his. Is there not something devine about him as in the early morning he searches for his food in delicate pink apple-blossoms, stopping only occasionally to warble a song?

     For a short cut to Covered Bridge I went thru Post’s Woods. On every side were birds songs. Now it was an oriole, a bobo­link, a yellow-bird, a cardinal, a songsparrow and then all to-gether. In Post’s Cloverfield I

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