Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

flew up into the willow guarding the valleys exit, where he eyed me half-suspiciously & half-curiously. While I was watching it, uttered softly that rapid hollow hammering call which I have often attributed to a woodpecker. I noticed how peculiarly its long bill was bowed.Penetrating the hollow, I found a peculiar red purple haze, that lurked in among the trees - cornel trees heavily burdened with berries. At my approach chewinks & robins flew up with start led cries, the former with their peculiar sharp flutter of wings. The