Shik found a baby magpie in an internment camp and took it back to his barrack. His stepfather built the bird a cage from left over scrapwood they found. Shik says that very quickly words started spreading about this talking bird. People would visit their barrack to come and see if it was actually true. When i used my finger pet the bird's head, that magpie head leaned backward. Her pupils disappeared. It was completely white and enjoyed being petted. And now, with my fist, a bird jumped on my arms all the way to my shoulder, and we looked at each other, eye to eye. I'm phoebe judge, and this