There are three magpies hanging around my small back yard. They sit on the branch of the big tree each morning and squabble like siblings on a road trip. They peck each others' heads and chase each other around the yard. They are noisy and vexatious. I'm sure they are siblings because world wide inter webs tell me that magpies mate for life and hatch a clutch of three chicks. They are curious and clever and fearless. They often perch on the flower pots on the deck as long as the tabby cat and the curly-haired dog next door are safely inside. I think they admire their reflections in the patio doors. They are fat and brash and endlessly entertaining. And, yes, a group of magpies is called a tiding - I guess they are bringing us all the neighbourhood gossip and tidings.
Watercolor int Moleskine sketchbook.