Lately I've been thinking I know more about birds than the average Joe or
Jo. This does not, of course, include the erudite fraternity/sorority of
the Canberra Ornithologists Group. Then, just as I'm getting relaxed and
comfortable with my new ego trip, along comes an ever-inquiring little Jo and
pricks my balloon by initiating discussion about the current upsurge of Magpie
activity in the precincts of Holt.
During the past ten days, the local Magpies have become highly vocal and
visual. Frequently, they regale us with prolonged bursts of warbling. No
complaints about that. Incidentally, I recently happened upon a
quote about magpie song by the celebrated Australian novelist, Peter Carey.
Celebrated or not, I eschew his writing but jotted it down in my little black
book, viz: "... like an angel gargling into a crystal vase." No, I don't know
where the likes of Carey has been to witness an angel gargling.
Visually, the Holt Magpies have entertained us of late with aerobatics as
they zoom, power-glide and dive about the sky. A few times it
seemed obvious they were usurping an interloper but, most times, they appear to
be indulging in a bit of joie de vivre.
"But why is this so?" inquired the little Jo, "why are they acting and
displaying like this? See, it's no longer mating time. Why?"
"I don't know why," I admitted.
"Why?" the petite pest persisted, "I thought you knew everything about
birds and stuff."
"No, I don't know everything about anything," I replied, "because I'm no
longer seventeen and don't read Cleo. Now, buzz off and look up magpie
behavior in HANZAB and give me some peace!" Chastened brat retreated to consult
HANZAB but, despite diligent research, our curiosity about the local magpies'
seemingly unusual autumn behavior remains unrequited.
Finally, at Belconnen Mall carpark Sunday afternoon, Australian Ravens
were calling loud and long. Then I saw two magpies vigorously pursuing a
raven helter skelter for 10 seconds until the object of their wrath landed atop
the mall.
The curious John & Samantha.
