This is the Legendary Eric. The chicks are about the same age as in the other photo. But I fancy that you see that the chicks in this photo -- they are classical 'black head' -- got some chutzpah.
Meanwhile, the interloper was grazing quietly, out of sight, on the other side of the clearing.
Now, I had an idea of capturing a nice neat decisive stoush between the two females – like yesterday. But what happened was that Consort wandered off. GB did a perimeter check. The interloper was standing quietly down behind the fig tree.
It's GB drifting down towards the interloper. No decisive action. No feathers flying. And this is soooo usual. It’s what wild emus (usually) do. They jockey endlessly for position, with occasional confrontations.
And: I do this every year. It’s wild spring weather from the ridgecap of the house:
GB sat down to her bit of wheat. The three visitors crept right up, and GB made almost no fuss at all.
Now, GB is here now -- the following morning. Two other emus have vocalized hard by. It’s fifty-fifty that it’s the trio from yesterday. Let’s see who turns up today.
Here are GB and the three interlopers yesterday afternoon. You can see the sandy bird on the left, and the fourth bird is juuuuust visible for a second, on the right, in the last second of the clip.