Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

bird. He flew not far and I could see him, brilliant and red flashing among the green leaves; hence came his alarm note: “Chip – Durd Chip – Durd.” a cry which puzzled me while on a fishing trip last summer. I made haste to note the occurrence in my note-book and while doing so, my ear caught the rapid flutter of wings above me and on looking up, I saw the tanager again with his mate, who was larger than him and of a drab color(HT)The walk home was one of daze: I remember only hearing a bluebird sing, which attracted attention because it was unexpected at this season. Arrived home I sponged off in warm water, ate a huge dinner and spent the remainder of the afternoon in doing nothing. Fred and Joe were taking turns at spading in the garden, and it was while Fred was spading that he caught a red-winged grass-hopper. I conceived the idea of feeding it to the robins. One was hovering around, looking for worms in the