Magpies Opting For Singledom

Any of you out there who worry when you see a single magpie imagining it might be bad luck, don’t. Turns out an increasing number of them are opting for the single life. Chucking in the towel on stale relationships. Saying ‘no thanks’ to the nagging. It’s true. I got it straight from the beak of one who chose to remain anonymous on account of the fact he’s not quite single.

This is him.

Let’s call him Magpie X:

“I’ve been trying to knock it on the head for a while now,” he said, “but she won’t have any of it, and I’ve had enough. Loads of my mates keep telling me hanging el solo is the way to be. Go where you want. Do what you want.”

“But wouldn’t you miss the companionship?” I ask.

“Fuck off, would I. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘What are you doing?’ ‘Can I come?'” that’s not companionship, that’s a fucking straight jacket!”

He had a point. That said, as I had no reference whatsoever, I couldn’t really comment either way.

“So you’ve always been single?” he asked me, looking somewhat suspicious.

“Afraid so”, I replied, but added it wasn’t for lack of trying. I’m not sure he believed me, but didn’t bring it up again.

He told me he met his other half, Flo, a few years ago. He wasn’t sure how many. He said it felt like a lifetime, which probably makes it about eight. He said it was love at first sight. Said she was everything he was after. Into silver. Wanted chicks. Preferred an owl’s nest to a sparrow’s (no real surprises there), and even liked roadsmash some might consider past its sell by.

“We went everywhere together. Never apart. Not for a second, but then it started to go wrong. Moaning about food. ‘Call that a worm?’. Nagging about the nest. ‘Oooo That’s not real silver’. You know the kind of thing, but because us magpies are supposed to stick together, we did. No more.”

I asked how she might react when he tells her he’s just not that into her…

“You’ll have to ask me that next week, mate.” He said, and flew off clearly shitting himself.

So, there you have it. Hot off the press. Magpies are changing the tradition of old and going it alone. Fair play, I say.

To be honest, I’m starting to think they might be right, or maybe I’m just saying that as I don’t appear to have much of an option?

September 21, 2010. Uncategorized.

5 Comments

  1. Pica Pica replied:

    What a beautiful ‘pie. Too bad he be badless.

  2. Pica Pica replied:

    *headless.

    I’m sure he’s full of bad.

  3. Mo replied:

    Sure its not a case of the girls saying bugger off mate I have more fun with the girls.

  4. pigeonblog replied:

    Pica Pica: Headless and bad, and all at the same time. Not a good look!
    Your pal
    Bri

    Mo: Fair play!
    Your pal
    Bri

  5. Frankie the Mankee mankster* replied:

    On the London Underground graffiti scene , Us pigeons have beef wiv the pies.

    They think they so ard as nails in their noisy gatherings.

    But the truth is they’re nuffin but bait wiv their Black and white hoodies when the Pereguin mets swoop at em from above innit bruv.

    Us mankee types just dissapear into the shadow’s cos we are the masters .

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