Is that a Magpie I see before Me? Outside my kitchen window...


What should greet me in the morning mist,
sitting upon the fence outside the kitchen window,
but 3 very elegant magpies,
calmly waiting for their breakfast.
They appeared as if by apparition,
the misty fog enhancing the glossy black + sparkling white of their feathers.
Were they the 3 witches of Macbeth,
which we saw on Friday night, in a most fabulous production by Bell Shakespeare?
Escaped from the stage and into the mist?


Nay ~ just the family popping in for a snack.
Mother to the left, father to the centre, baby to the right.
And on the breakfast menu this morning?
The finest mozzarella cheese, grated especially ~ a food they adore so much 
that I am rewarded with the sweetest carol in the world in return:
the larking melodic song of the magpie.



Through witchcraft or not, 
the song of a happy bird is sweet music to any ears.

(And can you tell I have been quoting Shakespeare all weekend?
How stories written SO long ago can resonate with us just as strongly now,
the wisdom just as clever, the wit just as sharp,
the poignancy just as sweet,
is truly extraordinary.)