maggies and magpies.


Most Australians do not appreciate the magpie bird. I have to be honest i didn’t either until our tree-change. Every year we watch the news reports of magpie birds swooping city bike riders, post men and school children. In our own Village, I have viewed a number of weird and wonderful bike helmet creations, festooned with spikes; as well as ice cream bucket hats with eyes glues on the back, to deter magpie attack.

However, since moving to our rural acre, I have reflected and slowly grown a new respect, and dare I say, ever an appreciation of magpies. Most days I share two slices of bread with the birds; an assortment of parrots, galahs, plovers, minor birds, recently kookaburras and magpies. At one time we had five, yes, five bush turkeys, which was surprising as we had been led to believe that they were solitary creatures. We can only guess that the leaf mound our male created was really something and attracted a harem of ladies!

I did try leaving out wild bird seed in a dish on the ground, but it was a disaster, ending up in not only five bush turkeys but also a couple of gate crashing rats. We are on the hunt for a stylish and functional stand alone bird feeder. In the meantime, a couple of times a week I take out the bread crusts and talk with the birds.

This week, as soon as I walked out onto our patio, five magpies swooped in to sit on our fence. I walked up to within a metre of them, and as I did so they all burst into song. My husband said it was their way of saying “feed me!” .  He was also worried I was about to enact a scene from “The Birds”! I prefer to think they were serenading me, “Oh lovely lady that doest feed us, how we bless you and bask in your kindness and beauty” as birds do.

They continued singing for their breakfast until I broke bread with them, upon which they forgot my very existence in their endeavors to cram as many bread pieces into their mouth before returning to their family or favourite eating spot.

In those moments I think I lost five years in age, and made a memory that many people will never experience. Beauty can be found in surprising  things and unexpected moments. Slow down and enjoy the good life.

Time Merging with Endeavour

not just another boomer blog.

… all the time merging with a unique endeavour To bring to bloom the million-petalled flower Of being here.

Philip Larkin Old Fools

I’ve been blogging for over ten years now, but at the end of last year, after years of “being pecked to death by ducks” (Maya Angelou) I crashed and burned from a career in education into early retirement. So, the blog that was me, no longer felt like me. It just didn’t fit who I was then, and who I am now, or rather who I am becoming now.

This year I will celebrate 60 years of living. I own that, it feels good. No use pretending, as we all will die on the day we are going to die on, no matter what age we claim to be!

I’ve been married for over forty years, have three grown children, and as I write this 3 and one third grandchildren. I am blessed and grateful. Being grateful is something I do a lot of these days. Some days it is difficult – I am currently dealing with post-work related stress and anxiety which means some days I don’t always experience any unique endeavours.

After the Alzheimer’s related death of my Dad some years ago, my Mum is now in care due to dementia. I suspect, or fear, my genes may lead me along the same path, so making memories with my grandchildren is very important to me.

I am Australian, living in the state of Queensland. Five years ago we moved from Brisbane to a small rural town. We have a hectare of land that has become a small refuge for local wildlife. Most mornings we can see kangaroo and  pretty faced wallaby, hares and rabbits (though rabbits are a declared pest in Queensland – so much for the rabbit proof fence!), brush turkeys, kookaburras, galahs, rosella birds and any number of other wildlife living their lives amongst us. Sadly, we also have the odd snake. The day I found a baby snake in the bathtub was the day we got new screens on the laundry door! We don’t just call it home, we call it paradise.

Stereotypes have never been for me, so don’t expect this to be just another baby boomer blog. I defy classification,  though I  just did that very neatly didn’t I? Did I mention that I used to be a Teacher Librarian? Maybe that brought on the taxonomy of classifications!

Well, let’s see where this endeavour takes us.