Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Friday, December 23, 2011

roadkill for breakfast

But not for me, I prefer porridge, or fritatta....

I saw this dead bird on the driveway outside of my flat sometime last month.
Hit by a car or caught by a cat? I've no idea.

A few minutes later this magpie swooped down and began picking apart the carcass, while his friend strutted around keeping watch.

I wanted a closer photo,

but as I stepped froward with the camera, he picked up his breakfast and ran off to enjoy it in peace further down on the footpath.


  1. the traffic provideth and the magpie taketh away

  2. Sinks and stoves
    May break her bones
    But frozen chicken
    Will never hurt her.
    When giant Coles
    Is full of holes
    There'll always be River's


  3. See, this is why no-one should barrack for Collingwood.

  4. I was only mentioning to a friend that I hadn't seen a koala for a while. There was one at my bus stop one day!

    On the way home there was a big one torn apart on the road. It was so awful. I'll never wish to see one again.

  5. It looks like it was an Indian Myna ... a pest bird that should not be here at all. (we have them up here too)

  6. Magpies pretend whilst at our feeder that they are vegetarian, but they live. Opportunists. Great shots. Thanks.

  7. Delores; I liek that, it's funny.

    Lord Rochester; that would be River's hamburger, because I don't like frankfurters.

    Toni; do people still barrack for Collingwood?

    Sarah; oh no! That's awful!

    Windsmoke; scavengers banquet indeed.

    Tempo; I thought it was one of those wood pigeons, I don't think I've seen an Indian Mynah around here.

    EC; magpies eat anything, they love meat.

  8. You don't understand the POET'S CRAFT! Rhyme rules over meaning, even if it causes the thing to be meaningless.

    In this case, hamburger does not rhyme with "hurt her". Frankfurter is perfect. Whether you like hamburgers instead of frankfurters does not bloody matter!

    What have facts got to do with it? Good heavens, if poetry had to be factual there wouldn't be any!


  9. Hahaha! Love that poem!! And admire anyone who can write poetry ... It'd be extraordinarily difficult to turn my Scenic Public Toilets into poetry!!!

  10. Lord Rochester; my apologies. I don't know what I was is a good poem.

    Red Nomad; That is a good poem. I can't write poetry either, whenever our English teacher set our assignment as "write a poem", I failed miserably. Even when given a specific subject.

  11. Lovely blog post, not. I think it is a baby magpie, waiting to be fed by its parent.

  12. Andrew; I knew you wouldn't like this one.