Hi,
Back in 1999 I composed the following, and thought I’d contribute it here to honor the “Emus in north Georgia” thread…which I seem to have overlooked before in its march to renown on the forum…
My original subject line was: Calico at C; Emu at E…
start******
It was a pretty exciting Sunday afternoon at Parkeridge Farm in Athens,
GA…
I popped over around 6pm to say hi to Gena and found a full-scale “herd
alert” in progress as the equines (some of them) went ballistic to see that
a new critter was on the farm. Yep, an emu strolled out of the woods into
an uninhabited pasture…until recently it was Gena’s field but on May 1 she
was moved to her “stay-slim for bathing suit days” pasture for the summer
months.
Clara’s thoroughbreds were among the most “looky, looky, what is that crazy
thing…and it’s coming closer!!” bunch. Indy, from her stall, was doing
whirlies that almost dug her all the way to China. yet clara’s swedish
warmblood Lo who can be silly sometimes over seemlingly inconsequential
matters was among the ho-hum crowd (as was Gena, and a cute new inhabitant,
natalie’s 4-yo qh Travis, who’d just left his birth home to move to the
farm!) Clara managed to lead Indy out to her pasture so she could have a
better view of the bird and hopefully feel less stressed…which is just
what happened! Indy was more anxious when the bird was temporarily hidden
from view by the hilly terrain, than when she could follow its every move,
even though she was much closer.
We helped “show the way out” to the emu by turning off the electric down the
side he/she kept patrolling. The fence is constructed for easy dismantling
(by horse, or in this case, by humans) so the prongs were removed on 2
uprights and the electric wires moved up to create a large opening from the
ground up to about 4 feet. Then the 3 of us (clara, natalie and I) called
the bird out. It must be used to humans and perhaps even women because it
did seem attracted to our voices.(and perhaps my bright orange tee)…
Clara called animal control but they were out on a dogbite mission.
the emu was not attracted by horse grain rattled in a tin can… and crossed
the dirt road near the barn into the adjacent woods. Around 8pm the animal
control person phoned back with the news that there have been other
sightings of the emu(s)…most recently at the green hills golf course,
which is just one block from my home! and about one mile from Clara’s farm
as the crow flies. Apparently since emu ranching has become unprofitable,
herds have been “released”…
the AC officer predicted the emu would sleep for the night in the woods and
reappear today! (it never re-appeared in the 6 years since!)
Last summer when Gena came to live at Clara’s, I said chapter 1 of her farm
memoirs (destined to become a bestseller, I’m sure) could be called “Calico
at C” because of the feline audience that gathers arena-side to critique our
rides! Now yesterday has supplied chapter 2, “Emu at E” !
never a dull,
virginia (acting as agent for “calico, emu, etc…”
)
p.s. speaking of the felines, some of them hunkered down wagon-train style
(circle up, that is) when faced with the emu, probably thinking the monster
was their worst nightmare: the “ghost of all the little songbirds they had
ever eaten, rolled into one Mother…!!!” one kitty, though, was brave
(or senseless?) enough to stalk it! luckily, the emu didn’t waste any
thought on making a pre-emptive strike and the cat finally (wisely) yielded
ground…
end of 1999 emu epic**
stay cool everyone,
virginia