One evening while Ambulance Driver was in Town a bunch of us gunnies had a little shin-dig at a now closed BBQ joint.
During that dinner I mentioned to Kelly about my most-likely-ill-thought-out pipe dream of selling the house in Massachusetts, buying a big spread of land in Wyoming or Montana or other such wide-open-spaces libertarian state (I guess New Hampshire would work too, but I have a flare for the exotic) and start an Emu Ranch.
Kelly told quite an amazing and chilling tale of an Ostrich attack he responded to. I’m pleased to see the story is indeed up on his blog. Go read the whole damn thing. Such is why I would NOT consider the Emu’s larger cousin the Ostrich, them fuckers will kill you!
i can’t imagine why you wouldn’t want an ostrich farm. they’re only a little scary…
Wow, I’ve seen ostriches feed before, and the MASSIVE mouth is VERY scary.
Never realized they had a nictitating membrane
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nictitating_membrane
I guess I should have, them being birds and all…
heh, yeah, but they’re TERRIFYINGLY HUGE HOLYCRAP birds…maybe your mind didn’t associate them with actually being BIRDS due to their size and overall ferocity?
They really are closer to dinosaurs in my book.
indeed – much closer than the finches Chris has been feeding.
“Feeding” or “Feeding on”?
I hear you can gig ’em! 😀
i believe he’s just feeding them…all i know is they’re making a huge mess on the porch. 😛
A bloody mess might mean a Gig was employed! Then again there isn’t much blood in a finch or a frog…but there is a LOT of poop! 😉