Yesterday there was a gentle tap at the kitchen window. I turned to find three magpies on the windowsill gazing in at me as if to say Excuse us but we're ready for our quiche now, if that's alright.
I grabbed some crusts out of the compost bucket (eww) and went outside, to be greeted by seventeen magpies swooping down from the trees. I fed them happily for twenty minutes or so, during which time their numbers swelled to twenty-one, and then ran out of bread.
A couple of hours later there was another tap on the window and two maggies looked in at me. This time instead of bread, I fetched my camera.
Please excuse the shoddy visuals - this was shot through the flyscreen of the window. And that's the dog's bed on the table in front of the birds - it had been taken outside for a shaking and airing. Yes, those are stray buttons (and dust) on the windowsill, and for the person who asked to hear my voice, I obliged. (No gorgonzola though, sorry).