Thursday, September 29, 2011

7 o'clock Magpie, faithful as she ever was

Yay! The 7 o'clock Magpie just showed up. That's my girl! She's a bit late this morning but hey! Other than a few days a couple of weeks ago, I haven't been here for five months to put out her morning peanuts so that's pretty good. I may be a bit obsessive but, when she hadn't arrived by 7:05 AM, it did cross my mind that something terrible might have happened to her but, barring injury or death, I never doubted for a second that she'd be by for breakfast. She's knows I'm good for it. We've got a thing.

6 comments:

Bob said...

On the topic of birds. I went to Aidan's house last night and he has a giant cockatoo named Digger in his back yard. She put her magnificent head up to the wires so I could caress her head. Inwardly I was crying to see this huge and intelligent creature in a cage.

Roy said...

Actually, when you revert to Pacific Standard time, she will have been 18 minutes early. Not aware of North American time conventions, but polite enough to give you a little lead time to get your treats sorted out.

Word verification, disturbingly: waxenist

asha said...

Bob, I'm with you. There are no "cage birds". They are innocent prisoneers. Very sad.

Thanks, Roy. I promise not to abuse the time zone angle though I have to admit, it's tempting.

Waxenist? Yikes!

Paula said...

Did you read the story about the eagle who was visiting the caged birds at the Santa Barbara Zoo? It was fascinating! I'll have to go fetch the link...
http://articles.latimes.com/2011/sep/29/local/la-me-0929-zoo-intruder-20110929
Glad Maggie has returned. :)

Roy said...

That was an interesting article. On one hand, the hook seemed to be the discontinuity between our notion of the symbol of American freedom, all noble and everything, and what animals usually do, which is try to survive, and on the other hand, sort of highlights the fix the captive animals were in with nowhere to run for cover, or at least having developed a certain amount of complacency that worked in the eagle's favor.

And on the third hand, you have to wonder if magpies and eagles dine at about the same time every night.

asha said...

Paula, thanks for the article. Really interesting. I have a similar problem here as all kinds of birds hang out at my Bird Park and sometimes one eats another. And then there was the tragic end of Frida Kahlo the Squirrel this summer when she fell prey to a visiting hawk. And always, the lazy, fat neighborhood cats, nature's little gangsters, stop by. They consider the Bird Park their own personal hunting ground or, as my son-in-law says, their private cat-e-teria.