A few ruffled feathers

I’m no birder, but I’m distracted by a bird like a magpie is drawn to a shiny object. First time I ever saw a magpie was in northern B.C. It was unmoved by my approach in a way that made me feel like I ought to keep my distance—or maybe just tell it how nice it looked in navy blue and white.

This uppity magpie lives somewhere in Kent.

I’m thinking this evening about some memorable birds I’ve encountered over the years. I’ve told you before about Savvas, the one-footed sparrow that used to hang around the Starbucks in Paphos, right?