10 March 2013
I watched the magpie from our bedroom window as it strutted about the field; plucking, pecking, pulling at the grass.
How sad I felt to see the magpie by itself. Where oh where could his partner be?
But then Mrs. Magpie soared across the sky like a black and white kite and Mr. Magpie raised his head, beat his wings and rode the wind after her.
You put your arms around me as we stared out our bedroom window watching two black dots vanish into the clouds.
Magpies • Opuss № I