'Are you ever fearful?'
Goodness, no. To me, they’re just overgrown chickens.
No, seriously: ostriches are truly ornery. Cassowaries are outright dangerous.
But the tame-wild emus? One: they know I’m not an emu. They see me just as wheat or a handful of sultanas. And I invested enormous amounts of time taming them.
Two: we only observe. Eric the Emu, for example? Would you have backed him into a corner, and tried to stuff him in a sack? Good luck with that! The stories you hear about aggressive emus are 99.999999999999999999999% about ‘safari park’ emus or neurotic emus in enclosed areas.
The emus here are never ‘constrained.’ If startled, they just run.
And Limpy Chick? You hold a plate of wheat at your chest, Antique, and hold your arm out. Still. Let her ‘come in over’ your arm. Then you get a little pat of her chest feathers while she gobbles the food.
Felicity was so tame I could pull the ticks on her neck.