We have a family of Magpies in the garden but they are very skittish and I cannot get a photo of them all together. I’ll keep trying! There are six altogether, two parents and four very demanding youngsters. Six is good as the old nursery rhyme tells us:
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 a surprise you should be careful not to miss
Eleven for health
Twelve for wealth
Thirteen beware it’s the devil himself.
A good friend sent me the following poem a couple of days ago. It is a gentle evocation of a beautiful place, written by Edwin Waugh in 1864.
‘Tis sweet in pleasant Silverdale,
All in the blossom-tide,
To watch the hardy fishers sail
O’er the blue waters glide.
There, changeful ocean’s
Sing in the smiling lea;
A paradise upon the land,
And wonders in the sea.
Edwin Waugh (1864)
I looked him up as his work is new to me and found the following on Wikipedia. There is more to be found here.
“The son of a shoemaker, Waugh was born in Rochdale, Lancashire, England and, after some schooling, was apprenticed to a printer, Thomas Holden, at the age of 12. While still a young man he worked as a journeyman printer, travelling all over Britain, but eventually returned to his old job in Rochdale.
Waugh read eagerly, and in 1847 became assistant secretary to the Lancashire Public School Association and went to work in Manchester. By 1860 he was able to become a full-time writer; but in 1881 he was in poor health and was granted a Civil List pension of £90 p.a.”