He only comes around to piss me off ... I don't feed him, he squawks loudly at me, I tell him to fukk off, he sits there until he shiites on my deck ... then flies of til next time ..
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When I was hanging out at my Dad's place, mrs ge and I would feed the magpies and butcher birds. The Butcher birds got comfy enough to fly in and sit on our chairs. I guess we should've mentioned the feeding to the rest of the family because when we left for ice cube world (Canada) the birds kept flying in, wanting food and freaking everyone out.
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