Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
I’ve made a rod for my own back. Sigh. The word is out that I have been feeding my little magpie family every day outside my college window and now everyone wants in on the act . . .
Last week, just after I had put the usual crumbs out for my magpie friends, a single lonely little noisy miner turned up and skittered about the edges, helping himself to a few tiny crumbs. ‘That’s okay,’ I thought, ‘there’s plenty to go around.’ I was forgetting, of course, that noisy miners are not solitary creatures . . .
The next day he reappeared . . . accompanied by wifey and a couple of very vocal youngsters. Now, I happen to be very fond of noisy miners. There is a little family that lives in my front garden and I have spent many a happy time sitting watching them as they quarrel and bicker and bomb the water out of my bird bath—(plus they all seem to possess the same ‘grumpy bird’ expression which I find hilarious)—but OMG!!
Within a couple of days they started arriving in flocks—aunties, uncles, third cousins twice removed—all shouting and pushing and shoving and squabbling at the top of their tiny lungs. The noise was deafening. And right outside my office window! (I guess they are not called ‘noisy’ miners for nothing.) And worse—there was now no sign of my little magpie family (miners are incredibly territorial and will drive away any other birds—just by force of sheer numbers I imagine!) What to do??
Well, it seems I don’t have to do much at all. Turns out that the new visitors aren’t quite as smart as my maggies just yet. The magpies have obviously been watching the proceedings from a distance (so as not to cause further affray) and have come to realise that if they come tap-tap-tapping at my window as soon as I arrive in the morning they will be able to devour their little treats long before the hungry interlopers are even awake. The strategy seems to be working. The miners are still arriving periodically throughout the day, but with slimmer pickings their numbers are slowly reducing.
I wonder how long it will be before they catch on . . .
More ink-blot art.
These birdies don’t look anything like noisy miners or magpies—
but they do look like they might be on the hunt for a good feed!
Sally says . . . eat, sleep, work, read, play, draw, bark . . . 
stevetalbot51
November 22, 2017 at 8:10 pm
I don’t think scary, maybe goofy perhaps, but personally I reckon they look like toucans on LSD 🙂
Very interesting use of ink-blots, in any case !!
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S. A. Young
November 22, 2017 at 4:47 am
I love your ink blot birds!
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sallyinthehaven
November 22, 2017 at 7:23 am
Thank you! They were fun to do.
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Pam Talbot
November 21, 2017 at 3:14 pm
PS It seems I’m able to post a comment from my iPad but not my iPhone.
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sallyinthehaven
November 22, 2017 at 7:23 am
Weird! But at least now we know. 🙂
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Pam Talbot
November 21, 2017 at 3:12 pm
I love your crazy ink blot birds, but wouldn’t want to meet them out walking. They look a little scarey!
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sallyinthehaven
November 22, 2017 at 7:25 am
Scarey? Really? I thought they looked kind of goofy . . .
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C C Cedras
November 21, 2017 at 9:01 am
Like your noisy miners that start out charming and then just become a nuisance, I (and Fergus) have a love hate relationship with the whip-poor-wills every summer. But that’s all noise related. Whip-poor-wills eat bugs. I think.
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sallyinthehaven
November 21, 2017 at 11:19 am
We have to take the good with the bad don’t we? The noisy miners will apparently eat all sorts of nasties in the garden here too. (I think they’ll try anything to make their babies shut-the-hell-up!) I guess I can forgive them a little noise. Sometimes. 🙂
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