Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

instant. Meanwhile as I was watching this, I was delighted with the birds along the way. A small flock of swallows circled overhead -their silken bodies seeming born of that white hill to the east.(HT)A logger-head shrike - the first I have ever seen - balanced himself on a wire, and flew away over a meadow in true hawk-like flight to a rail-fence.(HT)(HT)From a pile of brown locust brush flew a flock of sparrows, flying directly into the white blinding haze, in chaff-like criss-cross flight, their rapid