The chicks just never stand still so I can get a good photo. But this chick is hungry-autumn dreaming of eating my silverbeet, and did stand still for a second.
This is a seven-month-old tame-wild rothschildi emu chick, one of Tooshtoosh's clutch, the Gang of Five. I'm a little sad because these guys may well be dumped by Tooshtoosh any time now, and I have not been able to decisively identify any of them, so identification in the future will not be possible.
But for BYC, the observations of this clutch have been a real success. Seven months straight is a record. For example, it's hard for folks with captive chicks to enjoy the way the chicks move when they have ample ground. On almost a daily basis, as they grow, you can see their confidence increasing. Today, one may wander off forty or fifty yards. But that can be in any direction from Dad, who often now just sort of tags along behind. The house-clearing (with a bunch of sorta 'add ons') is pretty dang large. And T. Plus fairly rage around it at times, charging wildly off in one direction, and returning some time later from another compass point.
The day the brumby stallion thundered across their bow, they ran like the world was ending.
I'd love to know how much distance they're traveling per day at this point.
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