I loved this so much, the whole idea of Sister Magpie, that for 15 minutes or so I seriously considered changing my whole online persona to Sister Magpie. Frightened, I googled the name. It is so taken. There is an LJer who writes Harry Potter fanfic and I can't steal her persona, however magpie-like that would be. So Mama Magpie it is, and fortunately that's not, despite my adoration of alliteration, anywhere near as catchy as Sister Magpie. Also, there is a song with cute lyrics (by a band with a cute name: Kinky Machine) that I'll have to listen to soon:
Have you met my sister magpieAnyway.. birdies. Shiny stuff. Pretty. Laura and I wrote poems to each other online one evening, which oh! the fun & sweetness of that... and somehow bowerbirds came up. Here is a crazy blue amazing eye of a female bower bird:
She wants to have a piece of your mind
Among the bright young things she keeps
She's a relic from the 70's
Tried to steal the moon because it shines
And no one wants to look you in the eye
I think my first Mama Magpie's Treasure Nest Tuesday post will profile Goldie Hawn, my 1985 Chevy Cavalier. She's a pukey gold color and has no luxuries at all. Not even a cassette player or a cup holder. She does, however, get much better gas mileage than the Bean (our parental and awesome Outback. 7 fucking CDs can play in that baby. Seven!) So I adopted Goldie. Bu had been her pilot for a while, but now I have an actual work commute and am the gas sucker of the family. (Don't ask about the abysmal state of buses in Charleston, WV.) Goldie was a second hand gift, so she qualifies for the Treasure Nest thing.