Pica pica - Magpie - сорока
At last! These birds (and crows, too) always seem to be right there, a couple of steps away, but as soon as you as much as look at them they disappear. However, this time I got lucky: first we (my friend Lena and me) made ourselves bo-o-oring by taking pictures of a white pigeon for at least 15 minutes, and then we became even more of a landscaping element than a threat by standing there and chatting like two old women. Moreover, there was that irresistible, aromatic, juicy chunk of pickled herring that some babushkas left for cats. And that chunk was threatened by that horrible carnivorous pigeon! Something had to be done.