My father is a bit of a bird lover.
When he was a young lad he rescued a Magpie, he nursed the bird back to good health and released it back into the wild. From that day onwards the Magpie would sit and wait on the rooftops each and everyday for my father to come out of school.
My father would get on his bike at hometime and start to leave the school grounds, the Magpie would see him and swoop down and land on his shoulder while he rode his bike all the way home.
One day my father went on a school trip, he was late getting back to school. The Magpie was no longer waiting for him, he never saw the Magpie again after that.
