We hand raised a magpie when I was a kid too. It was kind of lovely really. This bird really became one of the family. It used to roam around the house (which gave mum the shits because of the shit) and it also used to like sharing the dog's dry food. The dog didn't like 'Maggie' (as we so imaginatively named him) much because the bird loved biting the dogs ears. He used to put up with it though which was lucky for the Magpie.
Eventually he grew enough feathers and flew off with the local birds who had become quite tame also thanks to our Maggie.
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