Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967)

tail, flopping in the wind seemed on the point of parting company with him. Disappearing in the branches he presently came forth, a green larva dangling from his bill, which he devoured, and wiped his bill on the limb with a very businesslike flourish.A thunderstorm blackens the sky to the northwest and casts a shadow over the earth. Now the sun has gone under, the wind seems to increase. Later: Was mistaken about the clouds to the north; they were merely a bank of grey dreamy whispy clouds. The Sky