[Tealeaf]

There used to be a rhyme about counting magpies, went something like this:

One for sorrow,
two for mirth,
three for a wedding,
four for a birth,
five for rich,
six for poor,
Seven for a witch,
.....can't remember any more

One of the guys I drink with down here looks after the birds in the Tower. That's a hell of a job; if the Ravens buggar off for any reason, then England falls. Thats a bit too much responsibility.