I think this evening's walk will give me smile in the future, a happy memory being made.
I've mentioned elsewhere I'm now walking along a riverbank of an evening, hopefully before it gets to dark. A platypus, 2 rats, lots of ducks, geese, a couple of chooks (who head home at dusk) plus umpteen native hens. (We don't count the insects)
The path is right beside the bank, which has thick reeds in places, trees overhanging at others. Foxy dog takes a keen interest in all of this and normally pulls on the lead for a closer look.
At one place we always hear a very noise native hen. It makes a sounds a bit like a football rattle, one of those things you twirl around. My wife thinks it must have swallowed a duck decoy. We have always wondered why it was such a noisy little bird.
This evening it came charging out of the reeds straight towards us, sounding off as it came. This is quite the opposite of all the usual native hens which head for the water as whenever we get close.
Foxy for once did not strain and try to lunge forward, but kept close to 'mum'. We walked passed and the hen kept following, making its noise and staying within a couple of meters. A little further on it turned round and scooted back to its reeds. A job well done, driving off those humans and their dog.