Early morning was magical. Max and I took a stroll of the neighbourhood…checked out the recent blooms and took our time honouring the beauty of the quiet and the light spilling over everything. The magpie babes are growing in independence, three of them at one point, lined up on a garden fence squawking at us. Even as we stood still, they stared us down and in tandem, belted out their annoyance with us. Their tail feathers are growing longer.
At our own nest, the first siting of at least two young ones. They bopped their heads out of the nest to meet the offerings of Mrs. She astutely pushed them deeper into the nest again and again.
A cat was sitting boldly on our front door step, but Max quickly took care of that. The neighbourhood is alive with energy, struggle and beauty. Life is a marvelous thing.
(by 2 in the afternoon, I had seen a line up of two fledglings being fed by both Mr. & Mrs, but only caught two at any time in photographs)
