5.30 am and the magpies looks menacing..

Got up this morn for a big suburban walk (40 mins brisk walking). The magpies looked a little menacing protecting their new spring babies from harm. So I powerwalked with my sunnies on backways (hope no one saw me looking so glamorous).

But they can be dangerous - a boy in the local paper was riding his bike when they attacked, to avoid the magpies he stacked his little BMX and smashed and broke his teeth and nose. I remember a hideous incident in Forster back when I was 8 staying in a lovely fibro (Tregony) babyboomer holiday house. I trotted off the beach for a play and on the way back got stuck under a tree as nasty magpies swooped at my platinum blonde hair... Eventually a fisherman came by alerted by my high pitch girly screams and escorted me to safety.

Bastard magpies...
I know we can't shoot them, but I am not wearing an icecream container on my head either