I’m hop­ping mad, Mr Mag­pie

Country Life Every Week - - Letters To The Editor -

SOME time ago, I read an ar­ti­cle on a chaffinch ‘play­ing’ with a white feather. Re­cently, I wit­nessed a sim­i­larly amus­ing in­ci­dent be­tween a mag­pie and a rab­bit. The lat­ter was mind­ing its own busi­ness nib­bling grass at the edge of my lawn, when a young mag­pie edged up and tweaked it on the bot­tom. The rab­bit gave a star­tled jump and moved away, then re­sumed its nib­bling. Again, the mag­pie bounced up to it. The rab­bit turned to face it, but the bird pre­tended to be look­ing at some­thing very in­ter­est­ing in the grass. As soon as the rab­bit turned away, the mag­pie si­dled up and tweaked it on the bot­tom. This time, the en­raged rab­bit went for its tor­men­tor, which flew off chuck­ling loudly. I have never be­fore seen such a pal­pa­bly en­raged rab­bit, nor a mag­pie with such a broad grin. Jim Hen­drick, Som­er­set

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