Australian Birds—Soggy Magpies (Cracticus tibicen)

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I know I've written about magpies before, but I couldn't resist taking a few shots of some very wobegone-looking birds who came to visit on a very wet Saturday morning in August, this year.








They looked much happier once the rain had stopped.


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Location: Canberra ACT, Australia

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