Three for a girl, four for a boy. But what the Hell is it for a big squawking magpie in your front room? The Elster, who is a child minder, was in the kitchen preparing lunch for on of the kids she looks after. She walked into the front room to see what the young lad wanted on his sandwich, only to be confronted by the sight of a four year old boy holding a staring contest with a rather large magpie. Being calm and level headed is an alien concept to my beloved missus, who shrieked and proceeded to chase the bird around the room. This lasted momentarily, as the stunned magpie quickly gained the upper hand, turning the tables within seconds, and chasing the Elster around the room for a few circuits, and then out the door of her own home. She is such a female sometimes. Thankfully our next door neighbour, Dave, is made of sterner stuff, and rescued both the Elster and her four year old ward. After ushering them both to safety, he returned and shooed the magpie back outside, where the blighter belonged.
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