After the worst of the frost the corgi and
I headed out on one of our regular beats around Hawker ovals.
We enjoyed a few somewhat unusual sightings for the area,
namely a pair of Scarlet Robins and a male Golden Whistler,
saw a magpie putting the finishing touches to its nest,
enjoyed watching the “regulars” and socialising with other
dogs and dog-walkers. Then all hell broke loose. A fox
swaggered its way up the path and was set upon by a posse of
magpies, currawongs and miners. Encouraged by the bedlam, one
of the dogs gave chase. The fox was last seen beating a
decidedly rapid retreat up Delamere St. The thing that
particularly interested me in this episode was the birds’
ability to differentiate between a fox and the domestic dogs,
who were quite ignored by the angry mob. b
