6 PM – Dogs are being walked, runners out running --- and lapping me!
The air is fall of sounds of the Red wing black birds as they swoop among the cattails. It is a memorable Iowa country sound. I recall my parents pulling over along the cornfields, with windows down, motor off, admiring a red ring black bird sitting on a fence wire with it’s high twirl voice crossing over the fields and ditches.
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