I’m so enormously angry with FIFA, the world’s media, and Russia at the moment, so instead, let me introduce you to Scruffy.
Scruffy was a giant, dominant magpie when he still had his grey baby feathers. Now he’s grown he’s utterly enormous – and has excellent balance, resting on one of his legs while he waits for lunch! (This was yesterday afternoon. He’s staring at other birds – patrolling!)
These birds are wild, but about ten are sort of also my pets. They hang out on the back deck with me every day (and a few occasionally sneak into the house and cause huge, dirty problems – ugh!). Some have names they respond to.
Mr Scruff is the dominant bird in the area, even though he’s not the biggest (but he’s by far the biggest Australian magpie I’ve ever seen). If you don’t know: some male Australian magpies are extremely aggressive in the spring, and put people in the hospital (those strong beaks…). The secret is to befriend them – with food! I now personally know three generations of the local magpies, and it’s changed everything.
It’ll be spring soon, and he’ll bring his next generation of babies to us.
See? Socialising with birds. This is anger management!