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I have finished the blue Poncho for the lady who ordered one to be made is different shades of blue. I don't want to do another for awhile. This pattern I had to concentrate to keep the right amount of stitches on each peak. I was still counting them in my sleep. Now. I can go back to making boring squares with the left over bits of wool. I am doing some today to have a spell from work. Once the plumber has been to do his job, I will have to get back to finish my cleaning. And weeding of the garden.

The Magpies have brought their young home to be fed. They are so entertaining. Can be noisy at times when begging to be fed. The young squabble like any family for attention. Fight to get their own way. Yesterday. One of the young wanted to be fed first. The father went to put food in its mouth. The other one ran at it to push it over the side of the steps. Both fell to the grass fighting. The father left holding the meat. He look at me like he was disgusted with their behavior. I stood there laughing at their antics.

This morning, one cried for the father to feed it. Then the other started. He fed the first one. Turned his back to feed the other. The first one grabbed a big chunk of meat to run away to eat it without any help.

The holding up of the foot is a pose to beg for food. To have you feel sorry for an injured bird. Not that it has been hurt. They have a bag of tricks to gain sympathy.


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