We haven't seen our magpies for quite a while now, but we seem to have been adopted by this pair of sulphur-crested cockatoos. Winston would like to be friends, but is a little bit scared of them. Which is his attitude to many things, ranging from Hattie to my father's trombone.
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I'm led to believe that fear of your father's trombone is an entirely rational reaction.
I have now inspected the damage the cockies have inflicted on the handrail and one of the doors. Being scared of them makes a lot of sense.
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