The magpie has a reputation, and not a good one. For me, I like them. We leave walnuts for them on our garden table, occasionally other treats such as sunflower heads. They take them gladly and then try to hide them in the Ivy. In return they have been doing a favour, flying up to the gutters and flicking out vegetative accumulation onto the roof of our veranda.
They are the very definition of jaunty swagger. I wouldn’t want a Hitchcock moment with them, to be sure, but we get along just fine.
The Magpie Inkcap is another matter. Also lovely to look at but serious stomach upset would ensue if you thought it edible, possibly led on by the edible Shaggy Inkcap, similar in many ways, ink bleeding and conical.