After the happy horde had stopped brightening my morning, and had decided to seek greener pastures, I was left with an old man bird who was quite happy to find a comfortable perch and settle in for a nap.
I was pottering around outside and I could hear a noise that I couldn't quite place.
A sort of rhythmic "Wheeeze... Wheeeze...".
Somebody was snoring... ha ha.
He must have slept for about an hour before he decided that he was sufficiently refreshed to go and forage around the garden, and occasionally say "Boo!" at the pigeons because it's fun to do that, ha ha.
He's very flock-centric, as a rule - when they take off for their mid morning "walk" around the neighbourhood, he's up there with them, so to have him stay, and he's done this on a few occasions, is a pretty high praise - "It's a nice place, I can eat, I can drink, I can perch, I feel safe... oh, and you're ugly and you smell funny, but I'm warming to you...", ha ha.
As usual, he stayed back in the evening, to grab a bit more to eat, and predictably enough the local magpies saw him and kicked up a fuss.
But not for long...
Mother magpie landed on the roof, and "happened" to see that there was food, so the magpie calls changed from "Drive it away" to "Ooh! Look! Food!... Come on, everybody, there's food!", ha ha.
A sarcastic person might have pointed out that it's that time of day, when there's food there, so, understandably, at that time of day, there's food, there...
But sarcasm doesn't work well with magpies, it's like wearing a plastic ice cream container on your head in swooping season, you're better off not bothering... ha ha.
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