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Issue 683 – Red-Winged Blackbird – March 14, 022

The morning started with the lovely song of a redwing blackbird.

The fall air was crisp, and the morning mist weighed heavily on the lake, like thick grey wool. Off to the east, the sun was barely beginning to cut through the early morning darkness. I sat outside the tent, sipping my coffee and waiting for enough light to go fishing. No one else in camp was stirring.