16 January 2010
The magpies have been entertaining me this week. Yesterday I went outside with a piece of quiche in my hand (pumpkin and feta) and one little fella ran straight over and practically begged for some. (I wondered if he was our baby, all grown up).
I pondered whether feeding a bird some quiche smacked of cannibalism, but he seemed to enjoy it. The click of the camera frightened him, hence the wings spread in alarm.
When I ran out of quiche I raided the pantry and found a stale heel of bread, but he was not impressed. He warbled for a bit, which brought six of his friends a-zooming in, and so I returned to the fridge and surrendered the last piece of quiche (which was earmarked for the mister's supper, ssshhhh) and they all had a feast.
Time for a quick drink and a spot more singing, this time aimed at the kookaburra who is usually pretty territorial when he's at the bird bath ...
and then up into the tree with his mates for, yes, more singing.
I had to try and capture it for you, but of course as soon as I started recording they all shut up, except for that stupid crow at the beginning. Do persevere though because after a few seconds they all chime in again. It's the quintessential sound of the Australian bush.
More bird pics here.