Michael Andrew Ellis

Writings, Homilies, and Parthian Shots

13 Jun 2021

Momma Magpie

Earlier this week, a baby black-billed magpie fell and landed on our back porch. It cannot yet fly, so it’s been pacing back and forth on the top step or nestling against the empty pots on the deck. It often cries for its momma. And she is ever nearby. We cannot approach our back door, a French doorway of glass, without the momma squawking and flapping and generally glaring at us.

The Momma

The Momma

What makes her even more insanely protective is our cat, Winston. He crouches near the glass to observe the baby and the momma goes berserk! She hops from rail to rail of the stair steps and even hangs by her claws on the screen of the doorway, squawking in intermittent bursts like a machine gun. She must have great eyesight because no matter where Winston is in the house, she threatens him. If he is in the laundry room on the second floor, she is at the window warning him not to even think about her baby. If he is in my office at the front of the house, second floor, she will perch on the gable above the garage and yell at him as he lounges in the window sill, nowhere near her baby.

Baby Magpie

Baby Magpie

The momma magpie has made such a fuss that our neighbor behind us texted wondering what we had done to offend it. We explained the situation, but all in all, she is giving the barking neighborhood dogs a challenge breaking the stillness of our little cul-de-sac.

Wise words: "There is no growth in your comfort zone, and no comfort in your growth zone."