Magpies of the night

The other night I went to bed quite late, around 1pm. Lying in the darkness and silence I heard Magpies warbling away. They were beautiful haunting songs, not cries of alarm, but thoughtful and melodic tunes - very different from the songs that mark the rising of the sun. I thought it strange that they were singing in the middle of the night and wondered if it were a full moon, if something had happened to my local family of magpies that they could not rest, or if it were a special night of celebration? (this reminded me of a story my Dad told me of one morning noticing spider webs covering everything - signs, trees, cars, etc - then hearing that the previous night was the yearly occurrence of spider migration).
The next day, while having a coffee with my son in a cafe a few suburbs away, I heard a woman telling the barista of hearing Magpies singing all night long. It seemed it happened all over our area. I am not sure why they were singing but it seems it was a magical magpie night.

Sera Waters

A flocking good response

Hey Sera,

So today we were free as a bird and aswe had to go into town anyway we thought we'd kill two birds with one stone and see your show - so we went to SAM's place to cast an eagle eye over Flocked but got lost in the museum - which was hawkward and left us in a bit of a flap! So instead of chickening out we flocked to the front desk to ask a nice security guard who gave us a birds eye view map of the place. We weren't far off as the crow flies but had to waddle up the stairs - poor Simon struggled as he is pigeon toed. But we didn't fowl it up the second time and finally found the right place (although we had to duck down to see the bottom drawer).

So from two birds of a feather, rad show cousin! Really loved the work - you'll be heron from me about it again.

Have a happy holiday

Love Jules and Simon

The danger of the open sunroof

A few years ago I was driving with friends in a van with a sunroof. The sunroof was open, we heard some kind of odd thump and the girlfriend sitting in the back telling a story stopped her sentence short; gave a kind of startled noise and began to panic loudly with noises. I looked behind me at her and noticed some kind of clear and milky liquid on her face. It was running from her forehead down the side of her face, into her eye and mouth. I was really confused and asked “what’s happened?”.

She said “a bird....” and promptly started to gagging amidst her unintelligible noises - unable to talk. Turns out the thump we heard was kamikaze bird poop that hit the roof of the car, and something of the remainder had hit Alana in the face.

Renae