Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 his liking, it meant war on any other who presumed to come near and many were the harmless fights that arose. Occasionally they paused in their search for seeds to fly down the pan of water under the apple-tree for a drink.

This latter explains the unusual fact that sparrows and robins have been staying around her this summer. Usually the robins leave for the woods where streams can be found and the sparrows - well  they seem to disappear; I have never been able to learn where they go. Along in May when the first drought of our summer comes, Mother, with a love of birds prompting her, placed a pan of water out for them. There was something beautiful in that act - I was glad I have a Mother who does those kind of things. The place was an ideal one - at the head of the arbor, under the apple tree,which, to-gether with a rasp-berry