Oy, give me some fackin’ bread.
Australian in-your-face Magpie. On our tour of the Wynnum Reserve we sat down at a picnic table to have a rest and have a drink of water. No sooner had we sat down than we were joined by 10 magpies who joined us at the table, on the seats, and on the ground. This one was on the table and walked right up to my me. (Excuse the insulting attempt at an Australian accent, this is my daughter's rendition of what the bird's look translates into.)
Oy, give me some fackin’ bread.
Australian in-your-face Magpie. On our tour of the Wynnum Reserve we sat down at a picnic table to have a rest and have a drink of water. No sooner had we sat down than we were joined by 10 magpies who joined us at the table, on the seats, and on the ground. This one was on the table and walked right up to my me. (Excuse the insulting attempt at an Australian accent, this is my daughter's rendition of what the bird's look translates into.)