Wake Up Maggie

We have lots of daily routines here at my Nanna Doreen's: playing in the garden, watching soap operas, having a cup of tea and a biscuit in the aftenoon. And every morning all of us are greeted by the sound of magpies singing to us from the back steps. My Nanna goes out and hand feeds them little slices of sausages, and I get to help. It's a special thing we do together, and I get so excited that I start kicking my legs and try to jump out of Nanna's arms so I can touch the birds. At first this made the magpies really nervous, but I think throughout this last month we've built up an understanding: I don't grab for them, and they don't bite my fingers. I sure will miss them when we leave for Sydney tomorrow.

Bye bye maggies. See you next time.