About 20 years ago, our kids called me at work and said "there's an ostrich in our yard." I thought they were playing around... But when I got home, sure enough... There was an emu pacing the fence. We called the sheriff's Dept who accused my husband of being drunk. They apologized when the Deputy came out and confirmed it. Luckily the owner just happened to come by... The over zealous Deputy wanted to shoot it. Apparently some stray dogs had scared it out of its pen. DH and the Deputy helped the owner get it into a horse trailer. I thought that bird was going to eviscerate the owner. He had a huge gash down his thigh from being scratched... Definitely a sobering experience.Yesterday I rebuilt a side of the bird run, met an Emu (someone wants to gift me one) and fixed the coop so the Hens will roost with the younguns (they are sleeping in the garage)
