Early this morning while I was making coffee, I heard someone tapping on my kitchen window. Looking up I saw my friend Dad Magpie pleading with me to help feed his kids. Now this magpie is a bigamist, has two wives whom he sets up in separate nests only a few metres apart. When the kids come along he has his time cut out feeding them all. Having rained all night, and still drizzling, poor Dad was drenched to the skin, but refuses to shirk his fatherly duty. Each time I fed him he filled his beak to capacity, then struggled, with heavy wet feathers, to get enough lift to clear the back fence and reach the height of the nests in the trees up the road. He would be back again within two minutes for more. On account of the bleak weather, I allowed him more rations than usual, and even then he still wanted more.
Enjoy the rain!
Margaret.
m("N08/9778110472/lightbox/","//www.flickr.com/photos/94803194");">http:
m("N08/9778091521/lightbox/","//www.flickr.com/photos/94803194");">http:
m("N08/9778297096/lightbox/","//www.flickr.com/photos/94803194");">http:
