“A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King.” Emily Dickinson
It was with great amusement, that we have been watching some rather unusual behaviour from our neighbours. We observed neighbours exiting and entering their house under large umbrellas on a sunny day, a business man, whirling his suit jacket wildly above his head, people ducking and weaving, a woman holding a clipboard on her head and my father, visiting with magazines atop his head.
It was all very funny, until, the swooping magpie parents, turned their attention to our side of the street. Going out to check the mail box has become a thrill seeking adventure. You cast your eyes about, then swiftly run to the mailbox. To your horror you hear tck tck and feel a brush of wings stir your hair. I now wear a hat to collect the mail.
In order to share my experience with you, I have been fairly brave. I stood photographing the magpies, standing my ground, until the last moment, I ran shrieking inside.
A magpie in our tree, with me hiding under the safety of our porch.
Magpie pretends not to be observing me.
Here she comes, I hold my ground.
A blurry magpie but I was not going to stand and focus.
Hidden safely in the shrubbery, the prince or princess awaits their lunch.
Ah, lunch is approaching…