I almost can’t write this because the Emerys (emus) have gone. Long story short, Son put the hose into their water trough last night and didn’t clip the gate shut properly. I was devastated until I found them (the relief!) in the paddock next to ours. But herding them back didn’t work and I spent a few hours trying, in the car and on foot. It’s not that they didn’t want to go back home; they just couldn’t figure out how to get through the barbed wire fences and electric fences surrounding the farm block. They were cheeping with relief when I walked up to them and I patted them all and tried to coerce them into going through the fence space. Eventually, I picked one of my Emerys up and tossed him into our paddock, thinking the others would follow but, when he didn’t get up, the other three ran away again. The congregation of crows didn’t help; they were everywhere. I clambered through the fence to get Emery up but, no matter how many times I got him to his feet again, he just kept falling back down….
The story doesn’t have a happy ending and, once again, I have lost out. Husband (staying home for an extra night) just gave me a hug and said he’d get me some more emus but that just made me sob more. I am stupid, stupid, stupid and the emus are gone, gone, gone.
And I had just gotten the emu walking routine down to a fine art.
And they’d stopped wandering so far.
And everything was great with Husband home and Son getting better.
And I’d cooked a great dinner.
I can’t quite get my head around the fact that I found the Emerys but lost them again – that just seems too cruel. Maybe they will come back?
jmgoyder 