(with a nod to Gerald Durrel and My family and Other Animals)
Magpies don’t have a good rep hereabouts. They apparently seek out and dine on baby birds.
As it happens, I love our lot, who are pretty much permanent customers at the restaurant.
They squabble and bicker. I guess tail pulling is equivalent to hair pulling?
They are not the brightest. Seem to know they are supposed to take an interest in rodents – but our rats (fortunately now deceased, thanks to rat man) run circles around them.
But they do try. This one was trying to work out how to access the hanging bird feeder. Not a chance – when he finally made the attempt, brought it crashing to the ground. Very undignified.
The adult birds have learned to dip chunks of bread into the water in the bird bath before swallowing. Not so the juveniles, who will almost choke to death on dry bread. One assumes they will observe their parents and learn in time?
We haven’t a clue what the apples and pears taste like. The magenpies get there first.
It’s okay. They pay their dues in entertainment value.