One of the farmer's hired hands who rents the field behind my house was havesting the corn crop today when he saw me in one of the emu pens and stopped his combine. He rolled down the window of the combine cab and asked me if I wanted any feed corn for my birds, to which I said, "sure!", thinking that we was going to let me get a feed bucket of corn from the hopper. He then asked me if I wanted it inside the fence and I said okay. He then drove the combine up alongside the fence, extended the chute boom over the side of the emu pen and proceeded to discharge several hundred pounds of corn into a nice feed pile in the corner of the pen before I yelled "Whoa!". He then waved and left to finish up with the harvest. Gonna have some fat and happy emus for a while!