Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

 meadowlark but only rarely. Sound of wind in young oats. Crickets  The distant train whistle and puffing of engine. I always associ¬ate them with cowbells & early morning in blackberrying time. The bluebird. Proceeding directly into sun makes all things blary, The swallow.(HT)(HT)The redwinged blackbirds. Male keeps in continuous flight almost over my head uttering the “cht” call, interspersing it with a clear piercing whistle that sounded like the scraping of steel. Female on fence. Another male comes on telephone pole and sings. I wonder where mist is for there is no swamp here, tho it is low, and