moustress· Premium Member
As a little girl, I lived in the sticks north of the Twin Cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul, and I saw a lot of wildlife. My father was a volunteer docent for the Carlos Avery Wildlife Preserve, and we saw a number of critters my dad fostered and cared for. the neatest was a full grown magpie that had a broken wind and a badly scraped up head from a motor vehicle of some sort clipping it on the road. My brother and I caught minnows for it to eat at a local lake inlet. It was incredibly smart, and never tried to peck anyone. We like to show it a handful of shiny things to see which one it would pick for it's stash in the back of it's nest. It was kept in a fairly large screen enclosure, and had it's sings clipped to ensure it wouldn't try to get away. We had it for about 7 or 8 weeks. When we brought it back to the wildlife preserve it was kept for a week in a very large enclosure where it could exercise it wings before being released. We visited it twice more during that week, and at it's release. It landed inside the cage where we were standing as if it was expecting a minnow or two from us.