Haven’t heard any complaints about magpies for a while but spring is here so no doubt there’ll be a few incidents on their way. I was reading Michael Leunig last night and thought this poem would be appropriate for all those struggling to appreciate the endearing features of magpies
Magpie
Magpie, magpie, dive on me,
Swoop down from your holy tree;
As I pass the flower bed
Stick your beak into my head.
Magpie, magpie, make a hole,
Through my head into my soul:
As I pass beneath the sun
Bring my troubled head undone.
Magpie, magpie it is spring
Is my soul a happy thing?
As I pass around the tree
Make a hole so you can see.
First Magpie event yesterday! ….. The joys of cycling.
It’s a charming cartoon, a beautiful poem (that even rhymes properly), but I still can’t appreciate magpies, sorry.
Leunig is the best!