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Here s a little story I submitted and was published in my local newspaper
Gus' magpie story
sti'rs memories
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After reading Gus
Underwood's account in the
Free Press of his new guests,
the local magpies, it recalled
the experiences I had with
feeding the local magpies,
some similar and some not
so.
While living just outside of
town, I thought it would be
nice to have a pet magpie. but
alas I found they weren't
approachable, I suppose because
they were out of town
magpies and not used to
people and they probably
didn't need to come into contact
with people if they didn't
want to.
I wouldn't like a clipped
wing magpie. It's not fair and
it's illegal. So I asked the Lord
for a pet magpie. After
realising they weren't going to
fly onto my arm, nor did they
come near me, I heard the
inner voice "try feeding
them," which I believed to be
the Holy Spirit, and it worked.
Some scraps here and
there and they were regulars
on the back lawn, so I thought
who not buy them some pet
food. I found that they liked
the cylinder shaped dog food
wrapped in plastic and that
meant for even more of them,
which brought squabbles
which broke out into riots.
So not wanting to feel
responsible for contributing to
their rapidly increasing bent
behaviour, and in a grope for
order, I quickly decided not to
feed'them any more dog food
and constrained myself to
feeding them just. scraps
again ..
Yes, there seems to be a
dominant magpie in the pack.
In my instance, the biggest
magpie' usually took command
of the situation whenever
he/she came on the
scene (excepl'in the free for
all riots where I couldn't really
tell), I named he/she "Ollie"
after the saying "ollie,. ollie
oxen free." I also found the
boss magpie to be the most
friendly and approachable at
the time ..
But after a time a young
female magpie usually
lingered behind for a while
regularly, so I named her Jan.
The only way you can tell
males from� females is, according
to an expert on ABC
radio, that females stay grey
longer, or you need to be a
vet. So I think you could
assume that the magpies still
greyish from last season are
females.
One lunchtime on returning
from the long and sometimes
tiring trip to the mailbox, the
magpies were arriving for another
feed. I murmured in my
heart to myself "They don't
even bring me a worm," then
half an hour later I was sitting
outside when Jan flew in with
lizard in her beak and was
walking around with it, trying
to work her way over to me
and keep a safe distance at
the same time. Eventually she
used a leg of the table I was
sitting at as a bit of a buffer,
then looked at me for a while
and dropped the lizard beside
me. I said "thanks" and
reached out to touch her, but
she liked to keep just out of
reach.
So Jan became a faithful
friend and sat on the garden
posts sometimes while I was
gardening and sometimes followed
me along the 100
metres of driveway to the mail
box, flying to and landing on
the posts on the way. She was
regular company at smokos
(work was just nearby), sometime
sitting on the pruning
machine with me, again just
out of reach and the issue of
being there just for the food
faded away. I became satisfied
with the relationship and
the somewhat egotistical conquest
of making a sort of pet
from out of the wild.
Then, after ..a time she
didn't visit much, and I sensed
this was going to probably
lead to a final visit, which it
did, and later I recall from the
ABC radio similar stories of
befriended wild birds coming
back for what they sensed to
be the final goodbye.
Having moved from that
place now and still just out of
town, I once again fed the
magpies some scraps and
soon found a magpie warbling
quite lovely on the doorstep
for a substantial amount of
time that I just had to see what
it was all about and to find that
she had a worm there for me.
Apart from over feeding
them for a time, things worked
out well.
So it sounds like Gus might
have a couple of worms coming
his way, when the drought
breaks and their recession is
over.