I swear they sit up in the tree swapping notes with each other and bragging about the blood they drew. And generally laughing their feathery arses off at the freaked our humans. Cheeky little shits.
Had a pet one as a kid, found him as a baby fallen out of his nest and raised him. He used have a thing for people with curly hair, and we had a special hat for visitors - he would go a bit mad and land on their head with evil intent. That was the same bird that once calmly let a German Shepherd get close enough, and then stabbed the dog on the nose. Dog ran away yelping, blood pissing out - and maggie wiped the blood off his beak and went back to sleep on the porch...
I love magpies.