I heard them chattering among the bull thistles down by Mason Creek,
chattering in their red-neck Norwegian accents,
their voices like the swift water that bubbled under the old bridge
"Hey, Jørgen, whaddya eat for lunch todee?"
"Hey, Torbjørn, same as I ate yesterdee."
"Hey, Jørgen, what did ye eat yesterdee?"
"Hey, Torbjørn, same as I eat every dee."
"WHAT?!?!" screamed the cotton-eared magpie.
"WHAT?!?!"
"WHAT?!?!"
"Hey, Magpie, what has this to do with ye?"
"Yeah, Magpie, go and eat some rotten meat!"
"WHAT?!?!"
"WHAT?!?!"
"Oh, Jørgen! Jørgen, Jørgen!"
And their banter was reduced to a series of chuckles
like the bubbling water under the old bridge.
Father Red-winged Blackbird just shook his head in disapproval.
"tsk, tsk, tsk"
and I wondered, am I more meadowlark or magpie?
Magpies are synonymous with the old cow shed, so No, Ron, the two birds very definitely coexist in the same area. Up north. In Idaho. Where the potatoes grow big and smooth and brown. And I always wanted a pet magpie. Supposedly you can teach all corvids to speak. Boise zoo used to have a literal old crow who'd say hi! When you passed by. And I still think that Ravens are crows who speak a different dialect.
--Charlie
Ron