Over the last few months I have had a few comments, the latest from Stilgherrian about one of the photos that appear at random in my blog.
It is a twenty year old photo of Sox, the ex abattoir working dog and Henry the magpie. I found Henry after she fell out of his nest and was fluttering on top of some weed in a channel.
Sox, having genes that wanted to round anything and everything up then spent a considerable amount of her time trying to round Henry up.
Sox and Henry
Now if there is one thing I know, it is that magpies are nothing like sheep. Sox would be trying to round Henry up. Henry would give a few warbles and wander up to Sox and start plucking her eyebrows. Sox was a moderately quick learner so it was funny to see the dog crawling backwards as the magpie sauntered up to give Sox her beauty treatment.
Henry’s best friend was actually my Blue Heeler, Balzac. Just the two were never still long enough to take a good photo together.
Many years later I had another bird called Henry. An immature one legged female Nankeen Kestrel. I called her Henry as Balzac cottoned on that any bird called Henry was a friend. I think she was the first bird of prey to drive the Oodnadatta Track.
But that’s another story.
I hope everyone had or is having a Pleasant Sunday Afternoon.
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