Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

I felt kind of foolish coming out so late and the man’s greeting sowed that he too had the same idea.

     “Do you expect to get any?” He asked.

I thought he didn’t intend any sarcasm tho it was exasperating to say the least. However I only replied that I didn’t know, which was a dumb statement. Then he went on to say where he had been and that yesterday was the best time to gather them.

     After leaving him I rapidly traversed this pasture and climbing a fence entered another which was full of brown topped swamp grass and grasshoppers, the latter of which kept up an incessant chorus. At the further side of this meadow, several trees ventured forth from their rightful place in the- woods making a sort of combination of forest and pasture. Here red headed woodpeckers and flichers abounded keeping up an incessant rattling and tapping and flying from tree to tree. At my approach a sparrow hawk