Magpie, Four AM.

Early in the morning I awoke in severe pain. But that is not the subject of this blog entry. In the bush behind my caravan a magpie was calling, gentle and soft, as if half asleep. From a distance there was an answering call and the conversation went on for some time. I found it pleasant and soothing. I sat quietly to listen. Then I picked up my iPad and recorded the calls on the voice recorder. I wanted to share the sounds here, but it seems WordPress will not allow me to share audio.

Sorry about that. You would have liked it.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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