Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
Tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.
I know what it is before I even look up. There’s a big fat magpie baby peering through the office door . . .
Tap, tap, tap.
He steps back and looks up expectantly. After a moment, unsure, he looks over his shoulder (past his sibling who is hopping from one foot to the other and chortling excitedly) to mum and dad, awaiting further instructions . . .
He turns back to the door. Tap, tap, tap.
Okay, okay, I give in. Time to raid the college biscuit barrel for a tasty treat for my little magpie family.
They seem particularly fond of the custard creams . . .