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This week, my Thursday was triply special. It began walking with a friend on her beach. She warbled to magpies on the rocks, and they warbled back: it really was a conversation.
As I drove the Potato Point circuit to look at the beach, as I always do, a ritual of homecoming, a python made its elegant and unhurried way across the road and into the grass.
And when I stalked my Australian daughter on her Facebook page, I discovered there were new additions to her family.
Stolen from my daughter’s Facebook page
Thank you Paula for giving me a chance to assemble the delights of the day.
https://bopaula.wordpress.com/2014/11/20/thursdays-special-swarm-photo-101/
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News of the demise of one of the chicks dampened my joy a bit Meg 😦 But what a joyful Thursday for you. Wishing you a repeat this week 🙂
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I got it wrong. The cat killed a hen, not a chicken, not that that makes it any better. The cat is in deep disgrace – it was a rescue-cat, not a choice-cat.
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I think the song of the magpie is one of the most beautiful sounds of Australia. We once had a family of magpies called us part of their family and for years would introduce their babies to us. I did this post about them. http://memoriesaremadeofthisblog.wordpress.com/2013/11/13/michelles-weekly-pet-challenge-our-magpie-family/
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On the first photo, is this your friend or you? I like the perspective and therefore I think it is your work and that your friend is the one in the capture 🙂
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Yes. It’s my photo of my friend. I should’ve taken a bit more time with it, but we were in a fairly narrow space and it was hard to step back. Besides, I was riveted by the exchange of song!
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You did really good!
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Jo guessed right this time 🙂 I do love them. Thank you, Meg…..
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Sadly, I think the evil cat called Leopard might have killed one. Not a good repayment for being rescued from the life of a stray.
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😦 I never trusted cats.
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Why didn’t I get notification about your post? Oh God….
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Maybe I’m not linking the right way? You seem to be tortured by wordpress at the moment – the recalcitrance of technology, eh?
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I will make sure to see it whether or not you link it ok. Please, you can also give me a nudge or leave link on my page.
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Pythons are not venomous?
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Absolutely not, or I wouldn’t be so close, like a step away! My son used to pick one up and wind it round his shoulders and my weekend friend had one that moved in and used to curl up on the warmth of his fuel stove and peer into the curry pot.
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Re conversations with birds, I once had the experience of communication with currawongs. Many years ago my mother and I stopped in a carpark at Canoblas near Orange for morning tea, where we were greeted by the most beautiful song of two currawongs. Ah no, this was no song just for the joy of it, they made it clear they wanted some of our morning tea and opened their beaks and lungs to get it, while maintaining eye contact with our hands. Not once, but several times, for as long as we were there. This was clearly their patch and their pitch. Talk about singing for one’s supper, or in this case morning tea! I’m not sure that the wildlife people would have approved of their diet if this was something they did with every tourist stopping by, but they were irresistible and unforgettable. Your experience with the magpies must have been equally special.
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A lovely account of an equally lovely encounter. Thanks for putting birds thoroughly on my blog.
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Oh, the cutest chicks, Meg! 🙂 Paula will love them. My Thursday is just beginning. A little grey and uninspiring but I should go and meet my Nordic friends.
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