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The State Bird of Alaska

Have you heard that the state bird of Alaska is the mosquito which is the nasty insect that flies around, looking for a victim to be found. Its blood-thirsty bite is similar to a miniature vampire who with teeth of precision bites and draws swooping down for its cause. The rule of thumb is to cover up head to toe and not wear any perfume or after-shave lotion or you will be an object of its devotion. When traveling in the great outdoors of Alaska carry a container of insect repellent, preferably the dependable Deet, making sure you spray your feet. The mosquito of the great North doesn't discriminate who it will attack, redhead, blonde, gray, brown or black heads of hair for it has a perpetual thirst because its mighty tanks never burst.

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Date: 2/26/2017 4:20:00 PM
We've developed a fear of them down here in Texas - West Nile they carry. I even bought a mosquito suit to sit outside and read.
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Sonia Walker
Date: 2/28/2017 12:08:00 PM
Sunlit, thank you for your comment on my poem, 'The State Bird of Alaska.' The West Nile Disease is scary. We had occurrences of this the last few years in Idaho, where I currently live. When living in Alaska over the years, mosquitoes were considered mostly pests. ~ Sonia
Date: 2/25/2017 11:37:00 PM
Indeed, Sonia. I remember their onslaught - coming in dozens and hundreds, heedless of their individual deaths, targeting all exposed flesh.
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Date: 2/25/2017 11:45:00 PM
Doug, i remember how blood-thirsty they were around Willow Creek Campground in Alaska several years ago. I felt sorry for the campers who were staying in tents. Thank you for being the first person to comment on this poem. ~ Sonia

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