Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

mazed to find him so slender, as the most of the ones I have seen, few indeed tho they are, were for the most part thicker and stockier.   The sight of him brought a keen thrill of delight. His song, which might delude a careless listener into thinking he heard a robin, does not inspire as much admiration. It reminds one of a popular song which has been built upon a part of a melody, which was al­ready popular. If we did not know that nature is always honest, we might conclude that the rose-breasted gros-beak, knowing that the robins song was one of the most popular songs of spring, had sought to imitate him. Knowing that birds do not sing for us, this fanciful thought is at once repelled. It is only the beginning of the song which reminds us of the robin - he finishes up with three odd notes that are all his own and very delightful. While his melody does not impress us with its beauty, it does express to us power. How expressive of this season