I've decided, though myna's (or mynah's) are all over the neighborhood, my two little moochers are little Australian magpies, i think. This morning i had left a little cellophane pack of fruit, snagged from a bargain table, yesterday on the kitchen counter and one of them had pecked through the cellophane into a pear. Glad they didn't go farther as i've cut around and under the peck theft and will use the rest in porridge soon.
There was a poop on the counter and another on the floor.
Don't know if they like music as i don't have any down there. I know they are as skittish and wary of humans as the lizard that hangs in the kitchen is.
It was Plato who said, “He, O men, is the wisest, who like Socrates, knows that his wisdom is in truth worth nothing”