They are loud, brash, and highly territorial, especially during breeding season. I have seen them dive bomb our cats on the lawn when they have chicks in the nest.
They have been blamed for usurping less aggressive indigenous species. The Pied Wagtail for example. I have not seen one at our spot in several years. But if anyone is to blame for their introduction outside their native India it is, of course, us humans. We do so love to meddle.
But for all their misgivings I find them fascinating and I’m quite taken by them. They generally mate for life and are usually seen in pairs, hopping around suburban gardens. And it is this penchant for hopping that sometimes has disastrous consequences.
On a morning jog a few years ago a Mynah had been killed by a car quite close to the kerb. It was obvious this had happened within the last few minutes as its mate continued to hop around it while crossing the road back and forth several times, squawking horribly, while cars whizzed up and down the road. Believe me, it was most distressing, and another reason I freak out when I see drivers speeding unnecessarily around the suburb.I mean, seriously, what is the bloody point of racing like a maniac?
Anyway, I stopped jogging in the hope I could get it to fly off, and shooed at it a couple of times when I thought a car was coming too fast. Eventually, it realised its mate was not going to get up and with more horrible screeching if flew off.
We have a pair that nest in one of the old chimneys every year.