No ride today! What is the collective name for a dozen (or more) magpies? The rhyme only reaches ten, but this morning well over a dozen of the birds flew over Birchall Allotments whilst I was doing some weeding. I wouldn't have noticed except for the chattering racket they made.
One for sorrow, two for joy;
Three for a girl, four for a boy;
Five for silver, six for gold;
Seven for a secret, never to be told;
Eight for a wish, nine for a kiss;
Ten for a bird that's best to miss.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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