There is a furious and really quite vicious battle going on over and around my place at the moment the specific politics of which I don’t understand. It involves a female (Maggie) and her juvenile, and another magpie. I haven’t figured out quite who is battling who, let alone why. All I know is that the three of them are engaging in dogfights with a speed and agility that would put any Battle of Britain pilot to shame, over… something. No doubt it involves sex or territory, one way or another.
Maggie and juvenile own our backyard at the moment but they permit us to live here - probably mainly due to (very) occasional offerings of cashew nuts on our part.
We haven’t seen Arthur and Martha for a few weeks, probably because Maggie and her offspring are not sharing creatures by nature.