Hmm, an invitation to subject y’all to my emu stories (well, a couple of them… I have more. 
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A teenager from Canada was visiting some friends, and they asked me to give the kid and his horse a ride to the hunt meet. As we were trailering home, we saw a loose emu running in some swampy woods beside the road. “Huh, look at that,” I say.
Canadian kid says, “Do you have those wild down here?” 
And to round up a loose emu, I believe you need to bring in some animal control officers from Texas. They taught me that the correct way to catch a loose emu was to lasso it around the shoulders, so you pin its wings to its sides. I had to explain that on the East Coast, most animal control people don’t even have lassoes, let alone the know-how to use them.
But if you’re good with a rope, have at it. 
I really wanted an emu. They lay these cool eggs that look like avocados. In Australia, they do sort of scrimshaw on emu eggs. Very cool.
I’m afraid that having emus running in the horse field with the chickens and the donkeys might finally force the neighbors to call the mental health authorities and turn me in, though. 
–as she said-FAR too much time wasted on someone else’s responsilibity. 
To add to all this Granits was gelded late and I have been told there are lil G’s running around soooo I guess he’s bi…
We had to seperate them before the pony club meeting started, ummmm yeah explain the gay horse porn show in the front paddock to the pony clubbers (trust me they KNOW he’s a gelding they’ve used him in the mounted meetings, LMAO that would bring a WHOLE NEW MEANING to mounted meetings), I’m thinking NO!!!
Whathcha gonna do, you still loff them no matter what right??? We were talking about getting Granits some rainbow polos. FWIW this only happened once…
