This piccy is of the Milne girls and us just before sports day. We are in our teams uniform, Karak - the black crow. I reckon its about 1970. I love the fact that my mums shadow is there amongst us too and all the important things as well, like the hose, the wagon wheel and the dog, Nicky Milne. Dogs actually replaced families for us in the early days and thats why we were very formal in calling him "Nicky Milne". A smile comes to my lips right now at the thought of that first dog catcher in Katherine (poor bloke) who picked up a neighbours dog on Christmas Eve and had it in the cage to take to the pound, when the owner confronted the dog catcher and the dog was released and the dog catcher (sporting a black eye) was secured inside the cage himself. The key had been flung away. The police had to come and release him. I think the dog catcher was the most hated man in town for many years.
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