Rock star Roger Taylor got revenge on killjoy local councillors - by calling in the GNOME GUARD. The drummer with supergroup Queen was fuming after being refused permission to plonk a pair of stone lions on the gateposts outside his country mansion. So instead he stuck up the two most tasteless garden gnomes he could find. And to make sure everybody got the message, he floodlit them. […] “It looked like the entrance to an amusemant park rather than a country house”, spluttered the major yesterday. […] He (Roger) said: “They really ARE horrible, and I couldn’t stand the sight of them myself. But I’m glad I did it - and I might put them up again next week.“
Would anyone like to see pictures of this bird I’m friends with
I love her
i am loving people’s attempts to identify this bird its just an australian magpie, she’s not a chimera, she’s not a fucked up crow, etc. she is just….. a regular run of the mill magpie
She is also a mother…. here is her yelling son who she brought to me one time
HOW THE HELL DID YOU BEFRIEND AN AUSTRALIAN MAGPIE
i give her chips sometimes
From what I’ve heard, australian magpies are actually quite nice if they trust you not to hurt them. Swooping season happens because, as a species, they’ve learned that most humans are Dangerous and so they preemptively attack to protect themselves and their young. If you’ve been nice to a group of magpies, though, they’ll remember you and you won’t be swooped at.
Magpies are extremely cool birds, and very intelligent… which means that they know that humans are the biggest threat around and that we can be good friends. Thus, swooping, and also not swooping humans who have proven themselves to be trustworthy sources of food.
The funniest interaction I ever had with some magpies was when one of my former workplaces had our Christmas lunch as a picnic in a park. A pair of magpies were teaching their fledgeling how to beg for food from humans. First one would approach, crouch down and coo at us; someone threw them a bit of cheese. Then the other adult approached, crouched down and cooed at us; someone threw a piece of cabanossi. Both tidbits were picked up, taken back and shared with the offspring… then the adults were standing there looking at the fledgeling and then at us, obviously going “Go on, then, you try it!”
Fledgeling magpie nervously walked closer to us, looked back at its parents, then half-crouched and yelled “RAWK!” in our direction. We cracked up laughing, startling the poor baby, but he or she got over it pretty quickly when a HAIL of bits of cheese and sausage landed all around.
My nan always tells storys about her pet magpie when she was growing up
My favorite is that it went to the neighbours house when they were throwing a morning tea party. The ladies where quite impressed that he could talk and when he did they would let him sip their champagne
They apparently carried him home drunk and he was talking gibberish wanting more champagne
