I was glad I was sitting down, playing "tug on my sleeve to get attention", with one of the birds...
Right on time, the old bird with the busted leg turns up...
Or should I say hurtles under the pergola roof, looking like an unruly feather duster...
His idea of putting on the brakes is to spread out every flat surface he can find - wings, belly, tail, the whole lot... ha ha.
I was a bit surprised seeing that coming out of the corner of my eye, ha ha.
He made a classic fifty eight point landing... I don't know how he doesn't hurt himself, but the untidy bundle of feathers picked itself up, shook itself, and then hobbled towards me, ha ha.
They're a worry, sometimes, these birds...
Mother magpie's latest trick is to stand on the other side of a bush, from me, where I can't see her.
I'll take a step forward, round the bush...
She'll take a step forward, round the bush... ha ha.
I tried explaining to her that I'd like to know where she is, so I don't accidentally step on her.
"It's okay" she says, "I know where you are...", ha ha.
Baby girl magpie followed me around, earlier - up the path, in and out of the undergrowth...
Anywhere I went, she went... ha ha.
Until I turned around...
Then she went all gooey and self conscious... ha ha.
If I didn't know better, I'd think I was the subject of a little girl magpie crush, ha ha.
Many years back, a mate had a little sister who was about six, and just like the magpie, I was the most wonderful thing in the world, ha ha.
It was a bit awkward for a bloke in his early twenties - I didn't know what to say, or do... ha ha.
Fast forward a good twenty years and she was one of the bridesmaids at his wedding.
I know my jaw hit the ground...
She was absolutely gorgeous... ha ha.
So there's a lesson in this - they might be young, and annoying, but they grow up, and nothing feels quite as good as being asked to dance by far and away the most beautiful girl in the room (with the exception of the bride, of course, ha ha)..
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