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He is a handsome large creature, with snowy white decorations, and
is a singer; he has a murmurous rich note that is lovely. He was once
modest, even diffident; but he lost all that when he found out that
he was Australia's sole musical bird. He has talent, and cuteness, and
impudence; and in his tame state he is a most satisfactory pet--never
coming when he is called, always coming when he isn't, and studying
disobedience as an accomplishment. He is not confined, but loafs all
over the house and grounds, like the laughing jackass. I think he learns
to talk, I know he learns to sing tunes, and his friends say that he
knows how to steal without learning. I was acquainted with a tame magpie
in Melbourne. He had lived in a lady's house several years, and believed
he owned it. The lady had tamed him, and in return he had tamed the
lady. He was always on deck when not wanted, always having his own way,
always tyrannizing over the dog, and always making the cat's life a
slow sorrow and a martyrdom. He knew a number of tunes and could sing
them in perfect time and tune; and would do it, too, at any time that
silence was wanted; and then encore himself and do it again; but if
he was asked to sing he would go out and take a walk. |
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