demands to be fed. Six-inch worms disappeared into his extended neck as if he were a sewage pipe; sometimes they would curl around his beak in a desperate attempt to save themselves, and I would have to shovel them down his throat. My dogs were riveted; they spent happy hours Georgewatching. I feared that they might kill him if he escaped his cage.
from Frieda Hughes: Daily Mail: They're the scavenging, screeching hooligans of the bird world, but this orphaned magpie stole my heart
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