I was out yesterday helping Martin and Duncan with some surveying at three new sites that Martin has earmarked for grassy woodland re-generation. (After recently putting 40+ thousand plants in the ground, you'd think he'd rest up).
We were heading down to a site along a road reserve and Duncan suddenly hurried across to the fenceline. All I heard him say was, ''... Magpie ...". I thought, "OK, we can put another tick beside 'Magpie' on the list." In fact he was on a rescue mission.
Just a few bent feathers and a couple of sore fingers seemed to be all the damage.
After the good deed was done, Duncan, rubbing his bitten fingers, was heard to mutter, " **** bird must've known I was barracking for StKilda last Saturday!"