Like a bad joke, the magpie in our neighbor’s mountain ash catches my attention in a flash of black and white and red all over.
“Hey, Sister!” she squawks. “When’s that next post coming out?”
I sigh. “Last week was busy. Next week doesn’t look much better. I have a job, you know.”
“No need to get nasty,” she says.
“Sorry. Mid-week. Maybe. Possibly.”
“Just asking,” she mumbles, through the berries in her beak. “Just asking….”