This will hurt me...

When emus attack! East Coast Natureworld, Bicheno. January 2013. As you know, the Internet is a wonderful place filled with the rich and varied treasures of the world holds (and RSS feeds.) The following are some things that I've had a look at in the last week. I call this: a Compendium of Click-throughs for Monday Morning... Danger, you’re at serious risk of … no, sorry, it’s all relative... The effect of the supermarket duopoly in Australia. The Art of Kissing: A 1936 Guide for Lovers. The Gruffalo defends libraries from Horrible Histories' attack. The U.S. government is developing new computer weapons and driving a black market in “zero-day” bugs. The result could be a more dangerous Web for everyone. Goethe's account of the philosophy and artistic experience of colour, bridging the intuitive and the visceral in a way that, more than two hundred years later, is still of interest . Blame Barney: Students' perception of T. rex is outdated . ...

Both lads were considerably more taken by the baby emus than they were the grown ups. Yes, they still had the propensity to rush straight at you, but that's easier to take when they are a foot high, rather than the full six or seven!

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...