but you have 2 right? What about a wagon?A pack of coyotes could kill one, and probably a bear or mountain lion, but other than that they're pretty well too big for predators
You can't ride them, they're a bit too small for that. Ostriches you can though if you really want a bird to ride to work
Hmm... have to think on that one.
But that would mean a coordinated effort between the Emus and listening to the driver.... I can see it now.... Both go on a silly dance routine ending with a roll over and squirm on thier backs.......but you have 2 right? What about a wagon?
I usually go toward them "palm up" - they usually can't break the skin on the palm, but they sure can make a mess of the back of your hand.Before her chicks hatched, she'd tolerate being stroked; wasn't crazy about it, but tolerated it. She'd start off growling, but stopped as I stroked & spoke. Since the hatch, she's having none of that, even though I've made no move toward the chicks. A leather glove is my friend.Maybe I just named her right...Grumpy
Oh no! I'm so sorry! I really hate that usually they won't even give you the "I'm sick" sign until it's too late. And, it's not like we walk around feeling their keels on a regular basis. ..3 days ago she seemed off, but she was still with the flock. Yesterday she went off alone & was sleeping standing up. She is all keel when you hold her. Her crop feels empty, but her butt feels heavy. There's no egg residue or sick poop stuck on her butt, tho I did se her poop a tiny, white sick poop last night. When I went to lock them up last night she was not in her normal spot in the rafters, she was wedged in the sand under the poop board. I put her in a nesting box but today she is back on the ground under the board again. Shes laying down, panting hard, with her eyes closed. She has electrolytes, but wont drink them & wont even eat the apple sauce today. I'll bring her in the house before it gets too hot out there today & try to get something in her, but we've lost enough girls to know when they hit this point, theres no bouncing back from it.I'd try anything if I thought it would save her & I'm up for suggestions if you have any. Poor Frankie, she's just devastated.
We've had problems with CLs & Buff Orps. This is our second batch of CLs. The first batch we lost 2 out of 3. This second batch has been near feral, but seemed healthy..... Oh Chit …. Shes gone.
She hasn't found her way through goatskin gloves yet. She sure is trying hard, though.
I know it's probably likely that the Martins attract more hawks and owls to the yard trying to get at them. .but that happens with all the other wild birds I have in my yard anyway. BUT they are so good at alerting to danger, and the ducks have learned to run for cover at their distress calls. It is truly something to see. Occasionally one of them will lose their little life defending their house. .but it's amazing to watch how they work together to chase the offender away. My favorite is when they dive bomb the squirrels off of the fence
3 days ago she seemed off, but she was still with the flock. Yesterday she went off alone & was sleeping standing up. She is all keel when you hold her. Her crop feels empty, but her butt feels heavy. There's no egg residue or sick poop stuck on her butt, tho I did se her poop a tiny, white sick poop last night. When I went to lock them up last night she was not in her normal spot in the rafters, she was wedged in the sand under the poop board. I put her in a nesting box but today she is back on the ground under the board again. Shes laying down, panting hard, with her eyes closed. She has electrolytes, but wont drink them & wont even eat the apple sauce today. I'll bring her in the house before it gets too hot out there today & try to get something in her, but we've lost enough girls to know when they hit this point, theres no bouncing back from it.
We've had problems with CLs & Buff Orps. This is our second batch of CLs. The first batch we lost 2 out of 3. This second batch has been near feral, but seemed healthy..... Oh Chit …. Shes gone.
The whole time I was out there I could tell (smell) my neighbor was watching me. I couldn't see him, but his cigarette smoke stayed very close. He was probably wondering why I was burying my dinner & trying to figure out why I was crying over it. 
