Lately the harrassed mother magpie has been closely shadowed everywhere she goes in the yard by her overly large and overly vocal teenager.
Not yet black and white but greyish-brown and white, he is bigger than his mum and always a bit behind in copying whatever she is doing.
The other day she had landed on the bird feeder to check it out.
Finding it empty, as it often is, she quickly took off again.
He sat in it for a while longer, looking confused as to what he was meant to be finding and eating there, and whingeing half-heartedly — but continually.
Then he plunged off after his mother — still whingeing, of course.