Hello Mr Magpie, kindly fuck off!!!

[MrsSippy]

I'm not superstitious really, have no fear of black cats or the number 13 etc... but I DO NOT like magpies who hang round on their own - one for sorrow and all that!

Now one has decided that it quite likes it in my back garden, just the bloody one of course, and my DH is fed up of being called to the window to salute it with me...and he complains that I am drowning out the TV with my 'Hello Mr Magpie, how's your wife and kids'.

AIBU??

Living where I do (South East) there's LOADS of magpies. As I have a fully stocked bird feeder in the garden they are always out there, trying to eat the fat balls or fat-stuffed coconut .

I've never worried about how many are out there... 1... 2... 3. Usually there's at least 5 or 6 sat out on my fence. It's kinda like Alfred Hitchcocks 'The birds'....

"Hey why don't you just say what you mean bollocks. "They are just birds" They know you said that and they're coming to get you."
Shit! In my defence, whenever I see a magpie I say "hello beautiful corvid" so hopefully they won't kill me in my sleep

I'm so glad to see in not alone.

I don't believe in God but I believe in magpies.

Ooh, other people who do this too! DH thinks it's very weird. My mum's family always salute magpies, and I just can't help myself. I don't make a conscious decision to do it, I just automatically do it.

On the odd but plus side, we don't get many magpies here. No idea why, we're fairly rural and have lots & lots of other birds, just mercifully few magpies.

I don't believe in God but I believe in magpies.

Love it!! It's so true.....

There was a magpie snuff movie being acted out in my back garden the other day. There I was, sitting quite comfortably watching crap daytime TV and MN-ing thinking great thoughts and then all of a sudden there was this god-awful commotion. At first I thought one of the local scrotes was chasing a duck around the communal garden you never know so I went to look out of the kitchen window.

[gran-mode]Well I never did[/gran-mode]

One magpie was on the floor being shagged by another magpie (which looked vicious enough on its own) while another six magpies were pecking away at the two of them like they were trying to eat them. Banging on the window only removed two so I had to go outside and do the stupid shouty-waving-madwoman manoeuvre, which made them all fly away; the one being shagged and pecked looked quite relieved as it managed to get up and away from the rest of the mob.

Oh I think everybody reading this thread should immediately adopt Waffly's lastest list. Are you all prepared to risk not

A hex on anyone who doesn't.

I always think (hope/convince) myself the second one's about somewhere. . . . In a tree or something. Never bloody is

Look just go out in the backy with a butchers knife and shank that wee bird cunt. lets be honest your all plebs if you believe this fucking shite hello mr magpie go fucking die #ImPansexual

Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg... and my arm... even my fingers. The body I've lost... the comrades I've lost... won't stop hurting... It's like they're all still there. You feel it, too, don't you? I'm gonna make them give back our past.

When I see a single magpie, I always look away and then look back. Because that counts as seeing two at once.....

my DH is fed up of being called to the window to salute it with me

I would be fed up too if asked to do this. I don't mind too much if people carry on traditions like this but it seems unfair to expect others to do it if they don't believe in the superstition. It's like the difference between people who say "Bless you" when you sneeze (mildly annoying but harmless) and people who pointedly say "Bless ME!" when they sneeze and nobody says anything (kind of judgemental, as if not happening to have been brought up to do that is socially unacceptable).