Old man emu
John Williamson sucks. Really sucks. I mean, time is distorted when he passes by he sucks so hard. While Old Man Emu suspension components don't suck at all. They are incredibly overpriced but they are quality items.
Anyway.
For reasons best known to persons who know reasons for things, emus seem to be a fairly good guide to the state of play regarding weather around these parts. Specifically, emu numbers give a very good indication of the amount of feed available. Contrary to what would appear to me to be basic logic, emu numbers increase more rapidly as feed availability decreases. Doesn't make any sense to me, either.
It has taken years of research by NASA, the CSIRO, NASCAR and Steve Irwin (and his heirs and inheritors) to deduce why this is. Unfortunately, they aren't telling anybody. Arseholes. I took these photos while ploughing the new place we bought. Ever since I started in this paddock there have been big mobs of emus roaming around. For the first couple of days I didn't pay much attention to them as they were all a couple of miles away at the other end of the paddock. As I got closer to them I started to watch them a bit closer.
For a little while.
Emus are boring.
There are/ were three mobs, each with about eighty birdies in them, but yesterday they had a meeting of the ways, making one big mob with two- or three-hundred bush chooks gathered together to talk about that big noisy red bugger ruining their nice paddock. Some progressive birdies took the floor and told the old reactionaries about the joys of ploughed land and all the nice fresh dirt it contained. Either the progressives were persuasive or the reactionaries were scared, but all the emus wandered across from the unploughed country to the tilled land in a slow mass exodus. The photos don't do justice to the actual numbers there because they were all strung out in one long stream and ran every time I stopped the tractor anywhere near them, so I took these shots through the window as I was going along. Trust me, there were shitloads more than this - would I lie to you.
Anyway.
For reasons best known to persons who know reasons for things, emus seem to be a fairly good guide to the state of play regarding weather around these parts. Specifically, emu numbers give a very good indication of the amount of feed available. Contrary to what would appear to me to be basic logic, emu numbers increase more rapidly as feed availability decreases. Doesn't make any sense to me, either.
It has taken years of research by NASA, the CSIRO, NASCAR and Steve Irwin (and his heirs and inheritors) to deduce why this is. Unfortunately, they aren't telling anybody. Arseholes. I took these photos while ploughing the new place we bought. Ever since I started in this paddock there have been big mobs of emus roaming around. For the first couple of days I didn't pay much attention to them as they were all a couple of miles away at the other end of the paddock. As I got closer to them I started to watch them a bit closer.For a little while.
Emus are boring.
There are/ were three mobs, each with about eighty birdies in them, but yesterday they had a meeting of the ways, making one big mob with two- or three-hundred bush chooks gathered together to talk about that big noisy red bugger ruining their nice paddock. Some progressive birdies took the floor and told the old reactionaries about the joys of ploughed land and all the nice fresh dirt it contained. Either the progressives were persuasive or the reactionaries were scared, but all the emus wandered across from the unploughed country to the tilled land in a slow mass exodus. The photos don't do justice to the actual numbers there because they were all strung out in one long stream and ran every time I stopped the tractor anywhere near them, so I took these shots through the window as I was going along. Trust me, there were shitloads more than this - would I lie to you.
posted by Dirk at 1:46 am
3 Comments:
Have you ever heard the sound an emu makes as you're trudging through the bush???? It's like a low, gutteral, muffled thumping sound. I was about 7 when I first heard it, and it's a sound I don't think I'll ever forget.
Target rich environment.
Hawkeye,
I try not to make a practice of trudging throught the bush. I am strongly anti-trudge.
Og,
tasty, too, if you don't mind stinking a bit afterwards.
ranger,
what else are they gunna do? Watch cable? I guesss they could try going up the wrongun but that'd be a bit selfish.
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