I saw a magpie winging along, and stooped by the corn field for a bit of breakfast. I coaxed him closer with popcorn, and he was quite happy, and over the next few weeks, I had trained him to fly to a place and using a cell phone (everybody has one, so why not the bird, eh?) take a picture and fly back home to me.
Well....this is promising, I thought, but theoretical and practical are truly the opposite sides of a coin.
Or the globe... hmmmmm
I had an idea, and put it in motion. Using a world map, I computed a single warm breeze from here all the way to Australia, and back again before the cold set in.
My goal was to get a picture of Lee Kennedy.
I chose Lee because he has an affinity for Magpies.
When last I heard, there was one slowly eating a tree of his, yet I didn't hear anything about buying a shotgun (with rock salt, of course) and so, I must assume that he has some small place in his heart for the bird.
I showed Ralph (that's what I named the Magpie) the map, and he seemed to understand, so, I strapped on the camera/phone in his special harness, and set him free.
About a month later, Ralph returned with the phone, and sure enough with a picture as well. Lee had been playing frisbie down by the river with a few friends, and they had a game they had made up, very fun looking as I could see. Someone would throw the frisbie out over the water, and the opponent would run and jump off a bridge to catch said frisbie before it hit the water.
not as easy as it sounds, however, because there would be a guard that would try to catch the frisbie first, and gain double points.
Anyway, here's the picture...
but this is going to be close...
They do things just a bit different in Australia, but, it's probably how they can stay so young for so long, eh?