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I will admit that today's photograph is not the most technically impressive, however I could not resist posting it. I can't say that I've ever seen four magpies all chatting happily together before (three maybe, but not four), so I was impressed enough to snap away.

Henry and I took a long stroll today along the river this afternoon and found ourselves taking a well-earned rest watching the seagulls squabble at ANZAC Park, the home ground of the mighty Lindisfarne Two Blues football club. Now, I took a few shots of their splendid grandstand, and a couple more of Henry booting torpedo punts through the middle of the sticks from 60-70 metres out, but they couldn't compete with the four magpies.

Now, you have to understand that here in Tasmania, we have a sub-species of the typical Australian magpie. Not only is the Tasmanian magpie slightly smaller than its mainland counterparts, it has a far more advanced inquisitive nature. Unlike their dim, obnoxious Collingwood brethren that some may be familiar with, Tasmanian magpies are very complex and highly intelligent birds. Now photographs being photographs, I can't share with you their impressive vocal talents, but the Internet being the Internet, I can link to a tiny .wav file that does showcase some of their work.

Comments

Neva said…
A very nice shot...love the fence!!!I had no idea about magpies and the different varieties....
freefalling said…
One of the best sounds in the world.

What do you think of "Making History"?
Dina said…
I loved hearing the magpies.
Kris McCracken said…
They do sound good. We have a constant refrain of magpies and banded lapwings (plovers) around our place. This is trumped by hundreds of cockatoos at certain points of the year.

I'm enjoying 'Making History'. It's an enjoyable romp.

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