See this ugly little bird. It's a baby magpie. And what I'd like to do, is find a large rock, medium sized even and smash it's head in. It's right outside my window here and does not shut up. It squawks not stop until the mother comes and feeds it and the second she leaves it's back at it. It's a wonder it hasn't droped from the tree in exhaustion. Where's the hawk that hangs around here and rips doves heads off when I need it. This thing shall no doubt grow up to be a savage attacker like the others. Our magpies in australia aren't like the american ones. I think american magpies are related to the raven. Ours are related to the currawong and spend spring flying around attacking people who go to close to their nests. And although there is nothing quite so funny as watching someone get swooped by a magpie when you're driving by in your car, there's nothing funny about it at all when you hear those flapping wings and clacking beak around your ears. They've been known to put out eyes and rip out hair. In fact one hit Lizzie right in the side of the head recently, which we had a good laugh about. Well, not her obviously.
The thing is though that adult magpies have the most wonderful song. Lizzie does an impersonation actually that is a bit like it but much more annoying. And I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before but if I have, bad luck, my father used to tell me a story when I was young about why the magpies sing. It was an aboriginal dreamtime story. They have stories about how everything was created. About time before time. And I liked the magpies and the first sunrise one so I made this about it. And if you've already seen it you can marvel at it's brilliance again.