Story by Miriam Strickland Photos by Pauline Wilkinson WE HAVE been adopted by a family of magpies. An adult male started visiting in late winter two years ago, and occasionally we’d toss a bit of extra something his way; a few crumbs, a bit of cheese, a worm-sized bit of mince before it disappeared into the meatball mix. So of course he started appearing more often. We had a few qualms about giving him treats, not wanting to encourage dependence, nor feed him inappropriate items.