Daily Archives: August 18, 2014

None for Sorrow

Corvidae – the enigmatic family of birds. My favourite creatures of air – Mainly the crow.

However, the magpie has managed to worm its way into my heart with its clack, clack, clack, and friendly visits into my garden. Regardless of what people say, I don’t believe the magpie is responsible for the decline of the songbird. Certainly not the community in our little patch of the world anyway.

Last week though, bought with it a little bit of sorrow, that the popular rhyme would have us believe is for one magpie. Not so. For us it’s none for sorrow.

One of our magpies went missing. Couldn’t be seen or heard. The following day, the partner was found on our rooftop shouting out and calling in distress – that’s a sound I didn’t like to hear. The large group of wood pigeons who live in our neighbours garden and trees were circling her/him, and they too were shouting. I spent hours trying to coax them away and the magpie down to no avail. Poor thing.

The wood pigeons remained on our roof for a couple of days. The magpie was silent, and I haven’t seen or heard of him/her since.

Over the next few days I managed to impersonate the village idiot ideal, by walking around the street staring up at the roofs and in the trees making stupid noises and asking anyone and everyone if they had seen my magpie. The kids and hubby weren’t too impressed with my sudden descent into madness, and I was coaxed back indoors.

So, here’s a little picture in memory of the Mr and Mrs, and a little fact or two about magpies which you may, or may not know.

Magpie by Jill Pakenham

Magpie is often associated with witchcraft, prophecy and divination. It tells us to pay close attention to spiritual aspects in our life.

Follow your dreams and your hunches when Magpie comes into your life, for they represent omens, both good and bad – as displayed by their monochrome feathers.

Magpies are highly intelligent, can be tamed, and will mimic sounds if needed.

It is with a heavy heart that I say farewell to our glorious birds, and this post is a salute to the Mr and Mrs, who bought me much joy when I was in the garden.


Head Fog

How are you guys doing?

HUGE apologies for my absence in the last two weeks. I have no excuse for my lack of blogging – many reasons, but no excuse.

Lammas celebrations have come and gone, in that same week we celebrate my sons, my dads and my father-in-laws birthdays, so there is a lot of tea and cake – some might say too much – I am not one of them!

It is of course, also the summer holidays, which means lots of gardening, long walks, and basic tom foolery with the kids.

Finally, this last two weeks has been spent working with my old pals; pen and paper. I have been sorting out old stories, notebooks, sketched out ideas, and have been editing, rewriting and editing. Whilst cringing, throwing some bad ideas and stories, away.

It’s always good to have a thorough clear out – It’s good for the soul. It’s good to clear out the head fog. It is however, also tiring, so instead of working on Wytch and my blog, I’ve been hitting the Xbox to chill out.

Amid the chaos, I’ve collected several short stories from the archives, and am currently in the process of putting them together to form an anthology. Each of the stories have a sparkly gold thread running through, connecting them. These are stories that I wrote a while ago and it has been great revisiting them, sitting in the sunshine, reading and daydreaming. It’s a beautiful thing to while away those hot days, contemplating the things I love.

See. Plenty of reasons. No excuse. Huge apology.

I will be playing catch-up this week, so expect a couple of Wednesdays Wisdoms and Flash Fridays on maybe Tuesday or Thursday – Lol.

 

 


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