How A Sausage Roll Will Save Your Life (this magpie season)

I’d like to say that one person who has commented on this thread sounds like a real bore who demonstrates a lack of humour on a scale that would suggest mental illness.

This was the highlight of my Monday.

Mags really love meat (so god knows why they like bakery sausage rolls). I have a bird feeder outside in which I put small cheap dog biscuits every day. They get pretty agitated if the food isn’t out by the correct time and now they’ve all had babies, I’m having to put quite a lot out. They crack the biscuits with their beaks.

The turf wars on my deck are quite entertaining, they stalk along with lowered heads and wings out like vampire cloaks, and when they dive-bomb each other it’s pretty violent.

I hope they’ll also eat the various bugs and things, and keep the cockies away. That’s the deal on my side anyway. Eating baby snakes would be a bonus, I saw a mag wtih something long and floppy last summer.

marry me….

#7 – Garema Place as a youth centre for magpies – classic and true. Are there emo ones who poop on the silver cushion thingy?

Garema Place is just a buffet for the maggies. A year ago, a mate and I were enjoying a beer when a guy (on his own) had his fish n chips delivered to his table outside. He went to grab some salt and pepper and – before he’d taken three steps – two magpies had pounced and rather professionally flew his beer-battered barra away together.

Hahah, fantastic 🙂 Even the obligatory far-too-serious-to-live-in-Canberra post maid me chuckle.

Reminds me of when I go first got a push-bike after moving to Canberra two years back. Wife watched (she does that) as I cycled away to give it a go. And was still there 90 seconds later when I returned with blood pouring from my right ear!! 30 seconds of cycling in Canberra and I’d been mortally attacked by only Maggy in a 2Km radius!!!

Protecting their young, my arrse!! They do it for a laugh. You can see them on lamposts egging each other on to see who make the human jump the highest. Humans on metal frames sliding along on circular bits of metal are all the more fun as you can make them fall off – or, better still, swerve into the path of a fast moving metal box. B’stard flying sons of female dogs. And they poo on the washing on the line.

I loved this piece. I imagine the evil writer leading all the children of Canberra away with a sausage roll.

Pied Piper with sauce. Or the Magpied Piper.

I don’t know whether I should be more disturbed by the fact that children are accepting sausage rolls from strangers or the fact that you baited a child into an attack by a maggie.

What ever happened to “stranger danger?” 😀

Love it! I forsee Magpie-decoying becoming a new way for children to earn money AND test their mettle all at once. Has to beat working as a chimney sweep.