Today at work I heard a commotion in the kitchen and found 6 magpies had flown in there. They freaked the fuck out when they saw me so I left them to it hoping they'd fly out the way they came in.
3 did eventually fly out, but 3 remained and were getting stressed and kept flying into the glass windows. It was time to put on my Steve Irwin outfit and help them out.
I opened two windows and got one to sit on my arm so I could show him out and then there was just this one left after the other followed my lead.
Poor bastard hit the window fucking hard and was lying on the ground all dazed and looking ready to die. Thankfully he came right and I managed to pick him up and watch him fly off. They have pretty sharp claws according to the skin on my arms.
I love birds, but magpies are bad news around this time in Australia. It is their nesting season and they swoop and pierce eyeballs when you walk under the trees they're in. My lotto dream is to open a volunteer wildlife sanctuary one day.
In other news, pink and grey galahs don't eat mandarin segments.