Writer’s note: Edwin Way Teale, Pulitzer Prize nature writer was content at his Trail Wood farm. On the 6th day of April he wrote: “So this sixth day of April comes to its close. First the sunset voice of the robin. Then the peaceful feeding of the cottontail. Then the sky song of the woodcock. Then night.”
Next day: “ Two hawks, redtails, wheel in a climbing spiral over the western meadow. With only an occasional wing beat, they soar up and up, riding on an invisible elevator of ascending air. Watching their slow spin against the burnished blue of the sky we see their revolving forms grow gradually smaller…”
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