I like mynas. They are perky, bold and resourceful little birds. Nearly every day, sometimes in the morning but more usually around 3 pm, I hear the unmistakable sharp creaking keek keek keek keek kok kok kok kok of the pair of them out on my upstairs veranda demanding some table scraps, which I always give them. And they can be quite insistent if they don’t get something. We have three species of myna here in Singapore, mine being the Jungle Myna (Acridotheres fiscus). Don’t let the name fool you, they are as at home in the real jungle as they are in the concrete equivalent. They are trying to evict the drongo who lives in the large fig tree behind me but right now he's holding his own. But they have chased away the small humming birds that used to visit my jasmines. I'd have to admit, mynas are one of the bullies of the bird world. But look! I don’t want to get involved in any neighborhood squabbles. I just feed anyone who asks for it.