Coup, no grace

This morning I witnessed two magpies in a fight to the death.

I tried breaking it up with a soft kick; they ignored me completely.

They had a claw grip on each other and were pecking away.

Eyes were the main target.

Initially I thought that they were youngsters having fun but at closer inspection they were old, angry birds.

The odd thing was that this was taking place on the middle of the Sydney CBD.

I left them to it, thinking I didn’t need that at 730am.

I’m pretty sure that at least one of them was for the cats, if not both.

In my haste to leave them to their first world problem I forgot to photograph the debacle.

And for that, I’m glad.