Just like Dave's beloved St Kilda football team may have to do, he has had to face off with the magpies. And at this stage, the maggies are winning. Dave has had an offer of a papier mâché hawk to wear on his head, but apparently magpies love hawks... he then thought of wearing an ice-cream container with a propeller on the top, but his vanity got in the way. While avoiding the swoops and pecks, Dave and walking companions have come across a few friends, including a feral pig, an angry bull, and a sheep who accompanied them for two kilometres. Affection for this new walker grew, and he was soon given a name. Trevor the sheep turned off at the next T intersection on the Avenel-Longwood Rd, and hasn't been seen since. Dave is missing the woolly little guy. But that's what life is made of: the little moments that make many a small story. And the last few days have given Dave many of those moments. Now in Milawa, Dave is hoping to catch a bit of the footy (and if his Saints win, maybe they'll get revenge on the magpies for him next weekend) and get enough sleep for the Milawa–Myrtleford stretch tomorrow.
He will be in Wandi by Sunday evening... let's just hope the magpies leave him alone, and our thoughts go out to Trevor the sheep, wherever he is now.
Dave's new alarm clock:
Disspelling a certain myth about electric fences...
Trevor the Sheep:
Dave and walking buddy Tony armed and ready to take on the swooping magpies:
Sweet justice!
*Disclaimer: No one associated with the Walk to Wandi had anything to do with the plight of this bird. Unless it was Trevor.
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