We have always enjoyed having magpies around and since we have been living in Windsor Circle we have made friends with a lovely little family of them and have been feeding them now for a few years. I hope they are behaving themselves now that Tom and Tina are living there, and not leaving too many poos around – birds have a tendency not to regard chairs and tables as off limits, in fact I am sure sometimes they would laugh at me out there cleaning up with hose and scrubbing brush, only to come back the next day and leave their calling cards on the chairs again. Still, that is a small price to pay to enjoy their company and hear their beautiful songs! Anyway, here at Blayney there is a resident family of 6, all quiet happy to come in under the awning and wander around us while we eat! Well, today, big daddy maggie showed us just how at home he feels around caravans. Check out the pics…
He is all but in the van!!! I think he was just waiting for a proper invite in!
Which reminds me of a lovely magpie poem by Judith Wright
Along the road the magpies walk, with hands in pockets, left and right; they tilt their heads, and stroll and talk. In their well-fitted black and white.
They look like certain gentlemen, who seem most nonchalant and wise until their meal is served – and then what clashing beaks, what greedy eyes!
Bu not one man that I have heard throws back his head in such a song of grace and praise – no man nor bird. Their greed is brief; their joy is long. For each is born with such a throat as thanks his God with every note.
Doesn’t that just capture a magpie exactly!!! Until next time
Christine and Jack