Whale Pot Bay
“There was more to come in the afternoon, but not from Scatworm—the second lot came from a different, yet equally infuriating sort of animal.
Magpies have lived in our macrocarpa trees for as long as anyone can remember. Most of the time they’re just a nuisance with their yodelling call waking us in the morning. However, in the breeding season they become a real pest. They attack anything that comes within twenty metres of their nests.
The most dangerous place is in the top corner, alongside the road to the beach. The tree there is their favourite nesting spot. Go anywhere near that and you’re sure to get attacked.
Steph had been watching me work on an old tractor when she wandered off, singing to herself as she so often did. I thought nothing of it until I heard the magpies screeching. I looked up and saw them dancing up and down on a branch. This was their warning cry; if it was ignored, they would start attacking.
Realizing that Steph must be the object of their attention, I dropped... my tools and headed towards the trees, where I could see her dawdling alongside the tree, singing ‘Laughter in the air’, oblivious to the racket coming from above.MoreLess
Magpies have lived in our macrocarpa trees for as long as anyone can remember. Most of the time they’re just a nuisance with their yodelling call waking us in the morning. However, in the breeding season they become a real pest. They attack anything that comes within twenty metres of their nests.
The most dangerous place is in the top corner, alongside the road to the beach. The tree there is their favourite nesting spot. Go anywhere near that and you’re sure to get attacked.
Steph had been watching me work on an old tractor when she wandered off, singing to herself as she so often did. I thought nothing of it until I heard the magpies screeching. I looked up and saw them dancing up and down on a branch. This was their warning cry; if it was ignored, they would start attacking.
Realizing that Steph must be the object of their attention, I dropped... my tools and headed towards the trees, where I could see her dawdling alongside the tree, singing ‘Laughter in the air’, oblivious to the racket coming from above.MoreLess
Write Review:
User Reviews: