This is a Magpie. Lovely birds with a beautiful chortle song. They take meat pieces from my hand. It amuses me that, if the piece is small, they turn their head and take it sideways so as not to peck my hand.
This is an Indian Mynah. The avian equivalent of a rat. It is about a quarter of the weight of a Magpie but pecks well above its weight.
This morning the two had a fight in my front garden.
In fairness to the Mynah, the Magpie started it. Two Mynahs were on the feeding tray in the front garden when the Magpie swooped in, squawking and scattering them. Not wanting to take this nonsense, the Mynahs called in reinforcements and about four of them turned on the Magpie. Savagely. It was on the ground and losing feathers at an alarming rate.
Watching this from the bedroom window, I ran out into the front yard, shouting vaguely ineffectual things like "Hey!". All birds scattered, leaving a post-party assortment of Magpie feathers around the yard.
In the past I have put what meat the Magpies haven't taken by hand on a feeding tray and, when the Magpies have had their fill, then the Mynahs and Ravens share the leftovers. After this morning's pack attack, I think I will revert just hand feeding the Magpies.