Every day at the end of our walk Scully gets a good rub over with an old towel because if she hasn't jumped in a stream or the sea, she has run through the bush and become dew or rainwater soaked.
Following that and a drink of water we start the process of plucking all the hook grass seeds out of her hairs - they seem to get most stuck on her face. She pokes her nose into things.
Hook grass (strictly speaking a sedge) - Carex Uncinata
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It's the bane of trampers/ramblers/trail hikers lives. The tiny hooks are designed to grab feathers on ground dwelling birds and be carried about for dispersal. Indiscriminately the clever things make the most of animal fur, human leg hairs and any bristly fabrics or wooly socks that brush past them.
Scully seems to be a willing vector; not quite so keen when I hold her down to pluck the seeds from around her eyes and ears.
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| (on a book cover) |
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| super enlarged. (sorry about the resolution but you can see the hook) |
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| Who? Me? |
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