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As part of my rehabilitation, I have to walk several times a day with my walker. Up until relatively recently, I could only make it to the end of the street and back. I am now building up stamina and can do the “big block” most of the time quite well.
On these walks, I noticed a pair of young magpies pottering about in the local streets. I began chatting to them and then decided to bring some food with me. They started to recognise the crazy lady with the bright red walker would fly down to me.
I named them Remmy and Claire.
Remmy is the bravest and comes down straight away. Claire is shy, hangs back but eventually comes over. They have been my biggest reason for ensuring I do these walks. I worry they will be looking for me if I don’t go. One day, I didn’t see them on my walk but found them waiting for me at my letterbox. A few days later, I heard them chortling and found them in my bird bath in the front yard. I heard them again yesterday and they were calling for me on the antenna on the house across the road. I called Remmy and he flew straight over and landed in front of me, waiting for some goodies.
The Sherpa teased me for naming them but now they know their names.
This morning, I went into the backyard as I thought I heard their musical warbling off in the distance. I couldn’t see them. I started calling out “Remmy”, sheepishly at first as I was abit embarrassed realising how ridiculous it seemed and then, out of nowhere, he came and landed near me in the backyard. Clair joined him not long after. The image is of Remmy, coming right up to me after he flew down this morning.
Maybe it sounds silly but I feel like these birds have come along to help me heal and have become an important part of my journey.
Magpie Therapy DSC_4302
As part of my rehabilitation, I have to walk several times a day with my walker. Up until relatively recently, I could only make it to the end of the street and back. I am now building up stamina and can do the “big block” most of the time quite well.
On these walks, I noticed a pair of young magpies pottering about in the local streets. I began chatting to them and then decided to bring some food with me. They started to recognise the crazy lady with the bright red walker would fly down to me.
I named them Remmy and Claire.
Remmy is the bravest and comes down straight away. Claire is shy, hangs back but eventually comes over. They have been my biggest reason for ensuring I do these walks. I worry they will be looking for me if I don’t go. One day, I didn’t see them on my walk but found them waiting for me at my letterbox. A few days later, I heard them chortling and found them in my bird bath in the front yard. I heard them again yesterday and they were calling for me on the antenna on the house across the road. I called Remmy and he flew straight over and landed in front of me, waiting for some goodies.
The Sherpa teased me for naming them but now they know their names.
This morning, I went into the backyard as I thought I heard their musical warbling off in the distance. I couldn’t see them. I started calling out “Remmy”, sheepishly at first as I was abit embarrassed realising how ridiculous it seemed and then, out of nowhere, he came and landed near me in the backyard. Clair joined him not long after. The image is of Remmy, coming right up to me after he flew down this morning.
Maybe it sounds silly but I feel like these birds have come along to help me heal and have become an important part of my journey.