Had quite an evening...
Mumma Magpie was out in the back yard with Baby Magpie for what I'm assuming was it's first venture out of the nest, (we can see the nest in a neighbours gutter so know this family). Well, Baby had got itself stuck on the path to our backdoor/verandah and Mumma was edgy. Luckily I saw the situation and stopped the kids as we were walking up, after fun trampoline time.
Stoopid dog we own (and love) comes bounding past oblivious to the drama unfolding. Then the swooping starts. Crazy Mumma is after our dog (he's a pug, so his eyes are probably the target) and goes after him left, right and centre. Kids are crying by this stage and I'm starting to feel a bit trapped...
If I head for the garage the dog will come for us thus bringing Mumma along but I can't go up the path because dopey Baby is still standing smack bang in the middle.
What did I do? It was like a computer game, or Indianna Jones Suburbia style...
I threw a shoe at the dog, yelling at it to 'go away' (the poor thing) and ran with the kids. I had to stop at the side gate and frantically put the number in the combination lock, and then had the kids safely at the garage door. We'd made it just before the poor dog could reach us. Ofcourse the garage door was closed, I had no keys and no way of getting in the house except for past Baby. So I calmed the kids down and told them to be brave and wait.
So I now have to go back through the gate, back round to the path, yelling at the dog to 'nick off' and got down on hands and knees under the verandah. Found my shoe, and continued to crawl/hunch under the verandah as far as I could go. I had to go right past the Baby and then get even lower comando style to get to the steps at the back door. The last little bit was the worst because I had to suddenly emerge from under the verandah approx 1 metre from the Baby to get through the door to safety. I think my poor dog was keeping Mumma occupied at that stage, because then it was all over and I could open the garage from inside to save my kids.
Phew! The moral of the story is, be careful, the baby magpies are just now big enough to be pottering around which means there are protective parents getting antsy.
Thanks for letting me share, i had had plans to do stuff for property investing but I've typed this story instead.
take care out there.
Mumma Magpie was out in the back yard with Baby Magpie for what I'm assuming was it's first venture out of the nest, (we can see the nest in a neighbours gutter so know this family). Well, Baby had got itself stuck on the path to our backdoor/verandah and Mumma was edgy. Luckily I saw the situation and stopped the kids as we were walking up, after fun trampoline time.
Stoopid dog we own (and love) comes bounding past oblivious to the drama unfolding. Then the swooping starts. Crazy Mumma is after our dog (he's a pug, so his eyes are probably the target) and goes after him left, right and centre. Kids are crying by this stage and I'm starting to feel a bit trapped...
If I head for the garage the dog will come for us thus bringing Mumma along but I can't go up the path because dopey Baby is still standing smack bang in the middle.
What did I do? It was like a computer game, or Indianna Jones Suburbia style...
I threw a shoe at the dog, yelling at it to 'go away' (the poor thing) and ran with the kids. I had to stop at the side gate and frantically put the number in the combination lock, and then had the kids safely at the garage door. We'd made it just before the poor dog could reach us. Ofcourse the garage door was closed, I had no keys and no way of getting in the house except for past Baby. So I calmed the kids down and told them to be brave and wait.
So I now have to go back through the gate, back round to the path, yelling at the dog to 'nick off' and got down on hands and knees under the verandah. Found my shoe, and continued to crawl/hunch under the verandah as far as I could go. I had to go right past the Baby and then get even lower comando style to get to the steps at the back door. The last little bit was the worst because I had to suddenly emerge from under the verandah approx 1 metre from the Baby to get through the door to safety. I think my poor dog was keeping Mumma occupied at that stage, because then it was all over and I could open the garage from inside to save my kids.
Phew! The moral of the story is, be careful, the baby magpies are just now big enough to be pottering around which means there are protective parents getting antsy.
Thanks for letting me share, i had had plans to do stuff for property investing but I've typed this story instead.
take care out there.
