Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

notice yesterday however and again today. It was a small blue bee – I judged it to be a member of the bee family – whose wings had not opened properly when it emerged from its pupa-case, leaving it without the ability to fly. It walked all over my board, constantly rubbing his wings in a vain endeavor to straighten them out. Fearing to unconsciously crush if it remained on my board, I carefully placed it in the plants growing near my chair. This morning I chanced to glance down and saw it again, still busily engaged in endeavoring to relieve its affliction. Being a bee, it probably must depend upon honey for its sustenance and such being the case is no doubt doomed to a short life.(HT)In yesterday’s entry I remarked upon the rediculousness of the young robin. If the half-grown robin is rediculous, then it would be difficult to find a word to fit the young robin just emerged from the egg. A pair of robins have built their nest in the sprouting at the southeast corner of our house, exactly in the hole which leads