Staring out the kitchen window this morning, something in our tallest tree caught my eye. Got the camera out to ‘have a sticky beak’ – Aussie slang for ‘have a look.’
A young Maggie preens itself.
… then settles down for a branch snooze after a noisy morning. It’s been up since Dawn learning to carol and sing. Indigenous Peoples have called these birds Koorakoolas, Goorebats or Curlucks.
Shut-eye doesn’t last long.
An adult flies up. The young one squawks for food !
Pa goes hunting!
Australian poet Judith Wright in her poem Magpies wrote
” they look like certain gentlemen
who seem most nonchalant and wise …
… their joy is long. For each is born with such a throat
as thanks his God with every note.
In my back garden, these magpies are content to amble. I followed Ma or Pa walking around till I got this last shot. They’ve never ‘dive-bombed” me like those magpies in parks, protecting their nests when people get too close.
Thank goodness for tall trees, singing birds and sticky beaks.
PS. I f you want to hear them ‘carolling,’ check out Youtube for videos of Australian Magpies. I might get up really early tomorrow and record them myself.
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