A Red Winged Blackbird stands guard atop a strong, old corner fence post, still in place from its earlier years as a major support for an important fence. The variety of barbed and number nine wires and the rusty brace all are a testament to its earlier days. The wooden board has staples that have remained long after the "No Hunting" signs were removed or fell off. This fence post, rich with character, is also a sentinel of time, amidst the fertile lands.
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The red winged black bird... my nemesis. I think these birds are the only wild animal that has ever attacked me. I used to get attacked by these things every time I rode my bike on Iowa country roads in the late spring and early summer. I even had one that latched onto my helmet and pecked my head until I swatted it. I eventually got in the habit of putting a pair of old sunglasses facing backwards on my helmet so they thought the "eyes" were looking at them and they never attacked.
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