Oh the excitement this morning!
Was packing Viola up to go to the vet for her heart check, when we heard a loud bang.
I had a kind of peripheral image of a magpie on my retina and, when I looked in the direction of the bang, there was a single telltale featherlet in the middle of my large window.
Sure enough, when I looked outside, a juvenile magpie was sitting on a chair just outside the window looking balefully, if groggily, for the bastard who had attacked her!
I looked at her apologetically before chasing down a wised up Viola, who was seeking to avoid the carrier of doom. After wrestling a determined Viola and closing the carrier on her desperate struggles, I turned to leave.
Outside the offending window, inches from my face, perched the entire magpie family, clearly eager to thoroughly mess up the evildoer who had attacked one of their own.
For a moment it resembled the parts of The Birds when the birds silently gather for the next attack.
Telling myself that these magpies KNEW me...that we had always been friends...I bravely left the house, all too aware that I was carrying a CAT.
the Maggies stared at me. “It wasn’t me! I said desperately. “I’d never hurt you! I’m so sorry!”
Assembled magpiedom stared deep into my soul and let me pass.