When we first arrived in Canberra, as runners, we were totally i;;-prepared for the magpie swoop. I was traumatized enough not to run alone.

Students would come to school with gashes on their faces, often too close to their eyes, for comfort.

When we moved some ten years later we were never swooped. We lived half-way up a mountain, so I used to happily run around it. I was never swooped...until one year, and thereafter they swooped incessantly. A park ranger suggested that their nests had been invaded. Makes sense.

Keep that hen run safe!