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.


13 comments:

mybabyjohn/Delores said...

the traffic provideth and the magpie taketh away

Lord Rochester said...

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
Frankfurter.

-Rochester.

Toni said...

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

Sarah said...

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.

Windsmoke. said...

A scavengers banquet :-).

Tempo said...

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

The Elephant's Child said...

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

River said...

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.

Lord Rochester said...

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!


Rochester!

Red Nomad OZ said...

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

River said...

Lord Rochester; my apologies. I don't know what I was thinking....it 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.

Andrew said...

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

River said...

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