1:27
Major conflict raging . . . but, in usual emu style, in slow motion.
Alpha has made itself scarce (If I were him, I’d be hiding under the fig tree itself).
The six contending birds are manoeuvring over an area at least three-hundred-yards square. Extra Female has outright won the first round.
[Felicity has ignored food. Second time ever. S.E.’s logic looks good: busy with breeding. Haven’t seen E.F. grazing either.]
As is usual, the birds on the second rung (Felicity and Temporary Consort) went after the birds on the third rung (Dark Couple). They drove them, with plentiful vocalisations on both sides, in an arc of several hundred yards around the east and south.
Got a really good look at E.F. She has what looks like a stripe of pink paint down the front of one leg. Don’t know if it’s new, or I just didn’t notice it. Don’t know if it’s an injury, or just appears to be. Would a serious scrape there show pink, guys? Anyone know?)
E.F. is strutting her stuff in front of the fig. Audacious (who is a small bird. I just saw him from quite close through the back-bedroom window. He’s little bigger than a yearling!) has snuck up the side of the house, and is hurriedly scoffing up the wheat I threw down for Felicity, rather like a soldier bolting a can of bully beef during a lull in the fighting.
[It’s warm enough to be outside. S.E. is uni-ocular, but that’s working. I’ll see if I can get a good view of the next round.]
If Felicity (and T.C.) can’t wrest control of the house-clearing from Extra Female forthwith, she’s in big trouble (I think it’s F. fighting, but no observation yet); and the usual logic of emu power-plays is that the first blows struck decide the issue – i.e., she’s already lost.
S.E.