Henry the Sea Lion

Even though I like to project a certain rugged, manly exterior, I have a fondness for cute 'n cuddly animals that could rival most three year olds. To be honest though, I have an even greater fondness for ruggedly handsome animals. By this, I mean everything from the much maligned crocodile or great white shark, to the tough and sturdy penguin or humble chicken.

Another fellow that I have taken a shine to is the marvellous Henry the sea lion. Henry is a popular visitor to Adelaide beaches, and he has been tracked by satellite for the past six weeks and the information converted into a nifty little website detailing where he goes and what he eats.

So if like me, you like this sort of thing, visit Henry's website and have a good browse around. It's well worth the trip!

Comments

Olivier said…

bonjour au lion de mer, il est très beau, c'est bête que l'on ne puisse pas agrandir les photos

Hello to the sea lion, it is very beautiful, it is a pain that we can not enlarge photos

2 April 2008 at 17:12

maz said…

hi love the photo of the sealion i think their a special animal

2 April 2008 at 19:31

Anonymous said…

Thanks for your comment on Glasgow DP, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog.

I thought when I saw the photo that Henry was in captivity - how great that he's just showing up and getting tracked, it must be really educational for the kids.

3 April 2008 at 04:00

freefalling said…

Have you visited the web cam for the snow monkeys?
I love it.
http://tinyurl.com/3l2gl

5 April 2008 at 13:19

Kris McCracken said…

I'm glad that they turned out to be actual monkeys and not bloody Rick Astley!

5 April 2008 at 21:59

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Henry admires the view.

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

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Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

This will hurt me...

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