Thursdayitis

It's like Mondayitis only more blah. He came home shattered... crawled into bed and micro slept until breakfast was served. Rallying just long enough to eat it He fell back to sleep, mumbling something about wanting to spend time with one small slave. Oddly enough one ignored Him for his own good, and pulling the curtains one left him to it.

In fact the highlight of the morning was being attacked by a very persistent Australian Magpie. It's nesting season and that very protective parent was out in marauding force. You have to admire its dynamic coordination though. Come from behind, swoop low enough to hear its wings, snap beak to show annoyance, lift back up in a steep climb and land on the tree branch.... lather, rinse, repeat.

Every year at this time we do this little dance and not once have we ever actually made contact. This is fortunate as they can do some serious damage with those beaks and have been known to take a chunk out of their victims. The rest of the year we studiously ignore each other. It's an agreeable relationship.

So there we are... attacked, just not in the right way or by the right species L