Last week Banjo got swooped by a bird for the first time, a noisy miner, but today she got swooped for real by a magpie. It cracked me up. I kept telling me that it served her bloddy right after chasing them all the time. I had been telling her that they would get their revenge.
As if she understands of course... But it gives me great pleasure to point out the poetic justice of it.
Of course she jumps up at first, but she did end up looking suitably impressed by the birds aerial acrobatics after a few swoops.
I'll try to take some photos tomorrow. I took this absolutely amazing shot once of my old dog face to face with a magpie in mid-swoop. But I seem to have lost it somewhere in a computer upgrade.