Well, I had to get rid of my birds (emus, chickens, and ducks) before I went off to college. No one else would take care of them....so they had to go bye bye. I had about five other guys out with me at 7:30 this morning trying to catch two big ol' birds. The pasture they were in is roughly half an acre...if that much. A decent size, but not that big. It took about an hour and a half to wear them down so that they could be subdued. One of them took a decent swipe at me but I blocked with a cane....I could be in the hospital getting stiched up right now...thank God for sticks, eh? Finally got around to catching the first one when it laid down to rest....still put up one hell of a fight before we tied it up. The last one was trickey...it actually pushed through a gap in the fence and barbwire and got out....ran it back to the fence and pushed through again to get back inside. Twenty minutes later and we nailed that one as well. Only injury I got was in the last minute when I was lifting the bird over the fence...barbwire scratched me....not too bad but it bled a lot.
Let me tell ya...catching emus is a lot of work....and kind of dangerous.
~Zoo
