I don't know if I've mentioned "my" magpies, but I had a lot of enjoyment watching a pair of magpies clumsily build a nest in a tree outside my bedroom window back in the spring. Back when my husband was in the other part of the house, I'd just sit at my computer and look out the window and laugh at what I thought were particularly stupid examples of the birds (it turns out mine weren't special; magpies just aren't very graceful). Anyway, I formed an attachment to them.
Over the summer, my husband and I took most of our meals out in the garden, and when we went in at the end of each day, the magpies would clean up any food we dropped.
So to give them some semblance of a healthy diet, we bought bird feed. Fatballs, mealworms, etc. We started looking at feeders to put it in, and ultimately, my husband suggested I make one... so I did...
The magpies, who used to pick up entire fatballs and fly off with them, now won't go near our offerings (even though the feeder is filled with fat balls), and, in fact, they don't really visit the garden at all since we put it up at the weekend. But the tits love it!
My husband is happy with this outcome, because he found the magpies amusing but far too destructive. I'm a little sad that my magpies might feel abandoned, but I do prefer the robins and tits that are visiting now.