I have a really ambivalent relatonship to them:
They look really beautiful, but when they sing...
I am absoutely fascinated by their intelligence, but it's horrifying how they use it when they go nesting...
And I remember one spring in my childhood when a gang of about ten of them went through my neighbourhood and that year I never heard any bird singing again, because all that survived had fled.
(I know that is just nature, but...)
The mafia of the bird world!