sandeyeMagpie treasure-troving
October 6th 2008 17:06
I had been feeding the magpies a little cheese earlier, and two were in the yard when I went out to sit and read outdoors for a while, enjoying the warm sunshine after a freezing cold winter. I sat on the lawn, the pigeons observing my companionship with pleasure. I began to read...
Squawk, squawk, swooooooopppppppppppp! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
A magpie shot over my head, just an inch or two above it. Continuously and arguementatively screaming objections in magpie lingo, it was joined by the other pie - they both started cross the yard from carport to dunny roof, swooping 'too close' to my head. It became hard to read sitting on the lawn!
At last, I moved to sit near the hills hoist - to stop them aiming at my head. I thought it rather rude of them to 'attack' me, so soon after feeding them the cheese they so often beg for. I assumed they did not like 'humans' sitting on THEIR grass-lawn 'hunting ground'.
Later on, I took a look at my hair in the bathroom mirror.
Perhaps that was not anger, but greedy glee in their constant shrieks? My hair has several strands of silver amongst its darker mass. Some of the left over honey-blond colorant form a few years ago has also turned a few strands to shiny copper. Maybe those pies were after the 'shiny things' in my hair, and cross because they couldn't get them!
Squawk, squawk, swooooooopppppppppppp! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!
A magpie shot over my head, just an inch or two above it. Continuously and arguementatively screaming objections in magpie lingo, it was joined by the other pie - they both started cross the yard from carport to dunny roof, swooping 'too close' to my head. It became hard to read sitting on the lawn!
At last, I moved to sit near the hills hoist - to stop them aiming at my head. I thought it rather rude of them to 'attack' me, so soon after feeding them the cheese they so often beg for. I assumed they did not like 'humans' sitting on THEIR grass-lawn 'hunting ground'.
Later on, I took a look at my hair in the bathroom mirror.
Perhaps that was not anger, but greedy glee in their constant shrieks? My hair has several strands of silver amongst its darker mass. Some of the left over honey-blond colorant form a few years ago has also turned a few strands to shiny copper. Maybe those pies were after the 'shiny things' in my hair, and cross because they couldn't get them!
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