I just love the song of of the red wing black bird. My Grannie used to call him the soldier bird. He is the harbinger of spring on the prairie. We have water hazards on either end of the ninth hole where we live. Each pond is surrounded by cattails and reeds, the birds nest and feed around the pond. Occasionally one will come to our house for sustenance and a quiet bath before going back to singing for a girl friend.
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