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

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

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.

This will hurt me...

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