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todayiamadaisyThe boldest of the young magpies has discovered the window that's permanently bolted open as a cat door. Over the weekend I actually caught it inside, strutting along the bookshelf underneath the window, although it hopped out smartly enough when it heard me say, "Hey!" I've taken to leaving that curtain closed when I go out, buying time until I could think of a more suitable, long-term solution. This morning, breakfasting and perusing the paper at the kitchen bench, I saw a long, black beak come slowly through the window, followed by the rest of the head, ducking to get through the small space. I had to laugh at its sudden jump back out when it saw me watching.
Still, that was enough to spur me into action. Onward, then, to Spotlight, where I purchased some of that stretchy covered wire and two metres of café curtain, then home again to put up my new anti-magpie device. It looks a bit odd, my thirteen-centimetre deep lace curtain, but the window is in an out-of-the-way spot so no-one will see it. Even better, the magpie was utterly baffled. It's a bit sad that I should be so pleased at outwitting a bird.
While at Spotlight, I had a look at their towels, as I've been thinking for a while that my old ones are rather threadbare. I unfolded one to see how big it was then folded it and put it back, and a shop assistant, an older lady, suddenly appeared beside me, and silently refolded it. By then I had picked up a bath mat, and she scuttled over - pausing to pat a cushion I hadn't even looked at - and silently straightened that as soon as I put it down. I found her so fascinating I did something a bit naughty: as I walked down to the counter, I picked up one of every colour of face washer and put it down again, with her about two washers behind me, retouching everything I had touched, making it just so.
Then I put my curtain materials on the counter and she got behind the cash register and said, "Good morning!", as if she hadn't just spent the last two minutes following me about.
Still, that was enough to spur me into action. Onward, then, to Spotlight, where I purchased some of that stretchy covered wire and two metres of café curtain, then home again to put up my new anti-magpie device. It looks a bit odd, my thirteen-centimetre deep lace curtain, but the window is in an out-of-the-way spot so no-one will see it. Even better, the magpie was utterly baffled. It's a bit sad that I should be so pleased at outwitting a bird.
While at Spotlight, I had a look at their towels, as I've been thinking for a while that my old ones are rather threadbare. I unfolded one to see how big it was then folded it and put it back, and a shop assistant, an older lady, suddenly appeared beside me, and silently refolded it. By then I had picked up a bath mat, and she scuttled over - pausing to pat a cushion I hadn't even looked at - and silently straightened that as soon as I put it down. I found her so fascinating I did something a bit naughty: as I walked down to the counter, I picked up one of every colour of face washer and put it down again, with her about two washers behind me, retouching everything I had touched, making it just so.
Then I put my curtain materials on the counter and she got behind the cash register and said, "Good morning!", as if she hadn't just spent the last two minutes following me about.
