Friend and freeloader. I had my breakfast outside before the smoke haze became too bad and she (that's a he up there) landed on the table, walked up to the plate and waited for the toast to be given up.
Our magpies are from the Shrike family, which are agressive hunters, rather than the crow family. They're attracted to shiny things, no wonder they like me. In Greece they're sacred to Bacchus the God of wine so they're associated with intoxication.
It was interesting to watch the bird up close and personel. All I could think of was Sam Neill in Jurassic Park, explaining how birds evolved from the velociraptor. The head moved the same way as the raptors in the film and this one's beady eyes never left my toast for a minute.
Her mate turned up but wasn't as adventurous, he stayed on the roof while she finished the crumbs and stood on the back of a chair.
They both started to carroll and it was the best part of the morning. The eyes were upon me though and I was compelled to hand over the rest of my breakfast. Freeloaders.