Hey Magpie, fancy a Kingfisher?

by Ant Stone on June 14, 2007

in Pre-Trip Planning

Just a couple of quick quickies, really quickly this morning. First off (drum roll please) I am getting incredibly close to announcing my plans for insurance (cue solo guitar) while on The Trail, including cover for my Canon EOS 400D (premium brand name dropping and a big brass finish). Hopefully in the next day or two I’ll blow your mind with the originality of my choice, and the reasons behind it. Control yourself young fan, good things come to those who wait.

Second on the list of quickies I’m compelled to share with you, is the most bizarre experience of the month so far. Close your eyes and pretend that you were in bed with me at 08:43 (family members, just pretend you’re standing at the door) this morning. We were silently snuggled up and at 08:44 we heard a piercing “RAT-A-TAT-TAT, RAT-A-TAT-TAT” at the window. Alarmed, we offered a bleary gaze at a magpie perched upon the windowsill repeatedly smacking his beak into the windowpane, “RAT-A-TAT-TAT, RAT-A-TAT-TAT” he continued, having clearly seen us gawking at this most insolent of acts.

I rose from my foetal position, taking the protection of the duvet with me and confronted the monotone beast eye-to-eye, to which he simply responded with an increasingly intimidating “RAT-A-TAT-TAT, RAT-A-TAT-TAT” once more against the window. This continued for 10 seconds or so, before flying nonchalantly down to the patio (I live in a bungalow) to join 3 awaiting friends. They all stared threateningly up at me for a fleeting moment, before taking to their wings once more to no doubt menace another poor soul from their slumber. Following the high drama, you gently ushered me back into bed, if only to secure the warmth of the duvet and we swiftly formed plans of a cottage in the woods, in which to raise our twins.

I swear, that the above tale is 100% accurate (apart from your presence), but what could it mean? Could it be that I am being bullied by a mere magpie? What do magpies represent? A friend of mine suggests I buy myself a lottery ticket. Maybe I forgot to say good morning to their Uncle and they were exercising some ancient magpie rights (that could just be an English superstition, I’m not sure).

The third quicky this morning is to acknowledge the arrival of the must-have blog plugin on the sidebar, the poll. It’s purely a bit of fun, I mean what isn’t fun about selecting a multiple choice answer in order to display a bar graph detailing other fun peoples opinions?

Finally, if you’ve got this far you might as well read the riveting final paragraph that details my plans to bid farewell to my friends and fairyfolk. As detailed previously I have shunned the “farewell party” due to being incredibly bad at goodbyes. I’m simply grabbing a beer with different factions of friends and then going for a curry with my closest circle of friends. This should be in the final few days, so they will no doubt get me monumentally drunk on Kingfisher lager. A good compromise I feel. Oh, in between all this I am escaping to the relative calmness of the UK’s biggest music festival, Glastonbury. To summarise with a magpie analogy, life is prety much black and white but time is flying by! Boom boom.


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