via Flickr: This baby Magpie was following his mum around demanding to be fed, but she wouldn’t give in. He flipped onto his back and threw a full tantrum, which she tried to ignore. Eventually she came over and gave him a peck, and he got back to his feet and started behaving. I’m sure I’ve seen a similar scene at the supermarket before!
This bird is in my dreams quite often. Sometimes it settles massively around me and sometimes it is nearby but elsewhere. It grows from me like you grow from me, from my bellybutton and from my brainbox.
There is a blackbird that lives near where I live. I see him most mornings. We are both alive early and we both quiet-creep along the same lane. I know it is him because he is all blackbird except for one white feather in his tail. It cannot be any other bird so it must always be him. I don’t know if he has a wife or is out so early hoping for one. He stays and sideways peers at me as I come, and then skitters away. He doesn’t fly away, he just hides in the hedge.
I promised someone I would take a photograph of him, but I am such a slow clumsy, and he is not, and so all I have of him is what I find in my brain and also what I can pretend.