Yesterday, a young magpie watched me from a gum tree in my backyard.
Waiting to see if the wild cats left any food.
Dad kept an eye on me from atop the nearby shed.
A rather menacing stance. He looked ready to spring into action.
The young one, though, was unperturbed, and went back to its preening.
It’s actually a bit odd to have magpies in my yard. Not a frequent visitor.
2/365 — I should keep count of my promised posting days.