There were five magpies on the roof this morning.
I like magpies. I know that they are sometimes viewed as harbingers of doom, to a greater or lesser extent, but to me, they always seem sociable, good-natured creatures.
“One for sorrow,
Two for mirth,
Three for a wedding,
Four for a birth.
Five for rich,
Six for poor,
Seven for a witch, I can tell you no more.”
“There are many rhymes about magpies, but none of them is very reliable because they are not the ones the magpies know themselves.” (Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum)
The image “Five for silver” is by Celia Lewis. It is used entirely without permission, not for any kind of financial gain, but simply because I like it and felt it was appropriate as an illustration for this post – Celia, if by chance you should see this and wish me to remove it, please leave a note in the comments.
The rhyme was found on the OBOD site. I believe it’s traditional (and therefore is presumably in the public domain) but if anyone from OBOD should be reading this, and wishes me to remove it, please leave a note in the comments.