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In a serious struggle there is no worse cruelty than to be magnanimous at an inopportune time.


Here is that rogue gang of emus at ZooDoo that Henry didn't like. The key problem with the emu is not ill will, a nasty disposition or anything of the sort. No, the problem with the emu is that, well, they're stupid. Imagine, if you will, something with the brains of a chicken, but is two metres tall, can run faster than Usain Bolt, and is pretty much always hungry.

Now imagine that you are one metre high, you're pacey for your size but have limited leg speed, and you're holding a big bag full of emu food.

Now you might be beginning to understand Henry's distaste for the emu...
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Lowell said…
Funny post; funny comment. I remember an emu farm when we lived in Davie, Florida (Fort Lauderdale)...they were being raised for meat. I'm not sure how successful it was...

Thanks for visiting Cedar Key DP!
14 October 2009 at 12:44
Kris McCracken said…
Jacob, emu is an interesting meat. It is very dark and gamey; you’d never guess it was a bird. I’d compare it to venison.

I wonder how they got along with the flamingos down in Florida!
14 October 2009 at 13:56
Roddy said…
Tell Henry to try Emu fricasseed. The spices remove the gamey taste.
14 October 2009 at 13:59
Cherie said…
thanks for visiting my site! you're very creative with your posts! hugs to henry and the little one, and hello to your 'strapping lass'...
14 October 2009 at 14:28
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I will bag a few before I'm off home tonight.
14 October 2009 at 15:24
Kris McCracken said…
Cherie, she is strapping indeed.
14 October 2009 at 15:25
yamini said…
I didnt know so much about Emus before reading your post Kris. Thanks a ton.
And hope Henry overcomes his distaste for the bird once he tastes what Roddy has suggested.
:-)
14 October 2009 at 18:36
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, he seems to like them now.
15 October 2009 at 12:33
yamini said…
That's great!!
15 October 2009 at 15:19
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