Instead of making my morning coffee as I lay in the caravan bed, my husband was lingering outside the open door.
Was he waiting to talk to one of our camping friends returning from a walk?
Suddenly, he crooned with a sing-song lilt, “Oooogle oooogle woooogle oooogle.” And I knew he was talking to … a magpie.

We have magpies around our new home in the country, but they are aloof and independent. They don’t drink from the bird bath. Or follow us on the lawn mower like the butcher birds do, feasting on easy meals of crickets and tiny lizards.
When we moved into their territory, we were glad to find the magpies here are not in the small minority who swoop people they don’t know during nesting season … because it was nesting season.
Magpies can apparently recognise at least 500 different people. So we walked around with uncovered faces so they’d get to know us. And they’ve ignored us ever since.
Maybe country magpies are just too busy. Their city counterparts will give you the time of day on the back deck.
At my parent’s house in the city suburbs, magpies share their mornings.
Mr and Mrs Maggie know once the jug is set to boil for coffee, it’s time to make meaningful eye contact through the back window. A tiny portion of mince will be provided.
Mrs Maggie (females are mottled black and white behind their neck) knows the mince is kept in the fridge. There was that one morning when the screen door hadn’t closed, so she popped in and sat on the fridge, tapping a toe impatiently.
Magpies are known to live to 25 years, and Mr and Mrs Maggie are at least that.
My parents still remember the initial privilege of Mr and Mrs Maggie first introducing a fledgling nearly three decades ago. They’ve met a new fledgling every year since.

Each year, before the new chick arrives, there’s a gruesome period when Mr Maggie drives the adolescent chick from the territory. Many times, he’s flipped a reluctant son over on his back, with a peck that can draw blood.
One year, a departing son had the original idea of coming to the front door and knocking, while his parents were out the back. Kudos for ingenuity, but my mum and dad reinforced the wishes of Mr Maggie – it was time for the son to search for a home of his own.
Raising a fledgling is quite the commitment for magpie parents. For several months after leaving the nest, chicks need instruction on finding food, flying, and social etiquette.
It takes two adult birds to raise each fledgling. Mr and Mrs Maggie consistently raise one chick each year. Except for that wet and productive season, when grubs and earthworms must have been prolific. Mr and Mrs Maggie knew it would be a favourable season. They allowed their adolescent daughter to stay as an ‘Aunt’. That year, the three adults worked together to raise two fledglings.

Magpies have many of the same neurotransmitters as we do – including dopamine, serotonin, and oxytocin. They experience emotions, including affection, playfulness, grief, and deceit. They play hide-and-seek like a five-year-old child.
Mr and Mrs Maggie deserve a huge amount of respect. They are within the 10% of magpies who reproduce in any year.
Only 25% of magpies will have the opportunity to raise a chick during their lifetime. This is due to the difficulty of finding a long-term partner and suitable territory. Also vital is the communication skills needed to form working relationships with magpies from neighbouring territories. This cooperation allows joint defence against outside threats such as eagles, goannas, and cats.
Today, my mum rang in tears. Mr and Mrs Maggie haven’t been seen for a week.
A great flock of white cockatoos, with all their screeching and chaos, had taken up in the small park next door.
We are all hoping that normality soon returns. That tomorrow, after seeing the jug set to boil, Mr and Mrs Maggie perch on the back rail, make eye contact, and ask for a breakfast treat.
Next time you see a magpie who’s willing to give you the time of day, remember they could be 30 years old, with wisdom and life experience. Remember, they’re intelligent and emotional. With highly refined communication skills.
Remember to say “Oooogle oooogle woooogle oooogle.”

Photo credits:
Featured image by Tim Phillips on Instagram @timbeyan. Pic 3 is from Pexels by Vlad Kutepov
References:
Podcasts
https://www.abc.net.au/listen/programs/conversations/talking-magpies-grieving-tawny-frogmouths-and-canny-galahs/103170988?utm_content=link&utm_medium=content_shared
https://www.tunefm.net/2024/02/02/une-emeritus-professor-gisela-kaplan-named-honorary-member-of-the-order-of-australia/
https://www.everand.com/podcast/590594548/What-makes-Australian-birds-so-smart-Gisela-Kaplan-Rebroadcast
Book
Australian Magpie: Biology and behaviour of an unusual songbird, Prof Gisela Kaplan, 2010
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How wonderful! Wish we had them here…
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I love this and often think about how much we are drawn to magpies. They have such personalities. We have two who visit most days and when I haven’t cleaned the birdbath, they look annoyed with me but once I’ve cleaned and filled it, they reward me with song and splash about with joy.
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Thanks so much for reading and replying! I now know magpies experience such a range of emotions – they could well be annoyed you haven’t made up their bath to meet their expectations. You must try harder Meg! 😉
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Yes, I am sure that is what they’re telling me! In their eyes I have one job to do.
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I love a good bird story. It was wonderful to read the story of your parents’ magpie neighbours. Such a privilege to be part of their community.
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I can just picture that – legs in the air! They must feel so safe and at home to do that, too.
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We love our resident magpies, too. They such clever and friendly birds. Sometimes, they both spread themselves on their backs with their wings open and sun bathe. Such characters!
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What a lovely story, delightful to read. I do hope Mr and Mrs Maggie come back. We had a flock here one year. Five or six came every day for a treat and were bold enough to eat from our hand. They kept the cockatoos away. One had a bung foot and the other chased him away mercilessly. Then one day they were all gone. Even the adults who had been with us for many years. This year we have a new pair and they have brought babies. They were playing roly-poly on the front lawn the other day. Gorgeous characters and we sing greetings to them every morning. I just read this piece to my husband and we are now reminiscing about all the Maggie’s we’ve been privileged to know over the years. He loved your writing too. 💕
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