magpies

BG 132 – 100 Words Fiction

Damn tree with shit birds

Lying on his back, in the young grass, under the curly hazel.
The branches move gracefully in the wind. The leaves are bright green, the sky above blue, the sheep clouds cute white.
He shuts out the city noises, concentrates on the twittering of the birds.
Magpies, magpie-birds. There are two in the curly hazel every day.
The same every day? He doesn’t know, he can’t tell them apart.
She will not come again. Not today, not tomorrow, not all summer.
She will never see the magpie-birds with him again.
Goddamn, right in his eye!

BG 6 – Two magpies

Two magpies often visit our garden. At least I think they are magpies, I don’t know much about bird species. We also have two cats, which is convenient, one for each magpie. Since the cats were small, four years ago, the magpies have been harassing them regularly. They wait on the edge of the garage roof until they see an ideal opportunity to fly low over the heads of the cats to scare them. It works every single time. Especially with our tomcat Leo, who is not very heroic. His sister Daisy is more stoic. Whether they are always the same two magpies remains to be seen. Do you know magpies apart? Me neither. Maybe they keep passing the tradition on to a new couple. Anyway, for four years some magpies have been scaring our cats over and over again and Leo still falls for it every single time.