Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

I saw an oriole in our largest apple-tree and all the beauty and freshness of such a morning are aptly expressed in his brilliant coloring and strong healthy song. A robin caught sight of him and chased him away; no doubt one of his offspring was in the vicinity.(HT)The wren was busy at work all day. The joyousness with which he sang was an inspiration. The sparrows were hostile to him, and when they were after him, then is when he sang his loudest and fastest! He was more than a match for them, easily putting them to route, for the sparrows is a coward thru and thru.(HT)(HT)(HT)(HT)Monday June 1, 1914(HT)June!(HT)And I will let that exclamation mark tell it all – for now.(HT)Morning was a surprise to me; yesterday was cool and clear, rain was the last thing I would think of, and yet when I awoke this morning, the pleasant sound of rainfall greeted