Stories from my Sketchbook . . .
I like emus. I just thought I’d put that out there right up front. Remember what I’ve said in the past about critters with attitude? Well, cue the emu. They are cool dudes. And although I thought I knew quite a bit about them in general, while searching for a quote to go with my sketch this week (quotes about emus are extremely hard to come by I might add) I was surprised to learn a whole lot more about these wonderful quirky creatures . . .
Things I already knew:
Emus are big. The emu is the second largest bird in the world (the largest being the ostrich). Emus can stand from 150 to 190 cm (59 to 75 in) in height and weigh between 18-60 kgs (40-132 lbs).
Emus are flightless. They have very small, almost useless wings.
Emus are fast. They have very long, very strong legs. When at a full run their stride can be almost 9 feet long and they can sprint up to around 48 km (30mph).
Emus are long-lived. Emus can live 10-20 years in the wild and up to 35 years in captivity.
Emus are curious. Anyone who has ever been to a wildlife sanctuary will know they have a tendency to sneak up behind you and look over your shoulder to see what you are doing (and to see if you are eating something you might be encouraged to share . . . )
Emus make weird noises. Emus have a pouch in their throat which, when inflated, allows them to make deep booming or drumming sounds which can be heard up to 2 kilometres (1.2 miles) away. (Apparently they can also issue a rather blood-curdling hiss . . . )
Things I didn’t know:
Emus have 2 sets of eyelids—one set for blinking and the other to keep out dust.
Emus can jump. Apparently their strong legs also allow the birds to jump up to 2.1 metres (7 feet) straight up. (How freaky is that!)
They are good swimmers and like to play in water (and mud). (I have to say that until now it never occurred to me to even think of an emu having a fun day at the beach.)
Emus have no teeth so they swallow small stones and pebbles into the gizzard which help to grind up and digest their food. (Tasty!)
Australia once declared war on emus. (Say what?)
I’ll say that again. Australia once went to war with the emus. Seriously. It became known as ‘The Great Emu War of 1932’ . . .
Stay with me. At the end of the First World War returning Australian soldiers and a number of British veterans, were given land by the Australian government to take up farming in Western Australia. With the onset of the great depression the government encouraged these farmers to increase their wheat crops, promising assistance in the form of subsidies. However, wheat prices continued to fall, the government failed to deliver on the promised subsidies, and things became increasingly tense as the farmers prepared to harvest, while also threatening to refuse to deliver the wheat.
The farmers’ woes were exacerbated by the arrival of up to 20,000 emus who descended on the area as part of their breeding season and (yahoo!) found the abundance of food and water now available to them beyond their wildest dreams. They proceeded to rampage enthusiastically around the district damaging crops and fences, eating everything they could get their birdy beaks around and causing general mayhem.
The besieged farmers relayed their concerns to the government (quite forcefully I imagine) and the government obligingly sent the army in to sort the problem out. It was soon discovered that taking single pot shots at the offending emus was having little effect (apparently the emus realised quite early on that if they stayed just far enough away the guns weren’t accurate enough to hit them) and so, on further pressing, the Australian Minister of Defense then gave the soldiers access to . . . wait for it . . . machine guns . . . (I swear I am not making this up . . . )
Long story short—several military assaults were then launched upon the errant emus, with less than spectacular results. The maurauding critters proved far trickier than anyone anticipated (seems they tend to scatter and flee in all directions when threatened, instead of patiently standing in a crowd waiting to be mown down) and after a very short space of time (and some seriously scathing reports in the media) the government decided it was all a bit too embarrassing and withdrew their troops.
So there you go. The emus had won the war. This might go a long way towards explaining why many of us today have never even heard about this bizarre little slice of Aussie history . . . and why all emus still seem to possess that same smug mess-with-me-if-you-dare stare . . .
C C Cedras
October 28, 2018 at 2:14 am
This is great! And you captured the true spirit of the emu in your marvelous sketch. For many years, I lived in Texas and there was a spell when lots of people “invested” in emus and emu eggs, buying into the hype that raising emus would deliver untold returns on their investment: “healthy meat!” (No one eats emu in Texas or most places in the world I’ve traveled; that includes South Africa where it’s actually served in restaurants, along with ostrich, but is not very edible.) “sell the eggs (to other gullibles) and get your money back and then some!” On and on. Anyway, my sister and her young family lived in an area where an emu farmer did a poor job of corralling his birds, who loved to visit the neighbors, attacking the brand new, expensive pick-up truck (maybe they could see their reflection in the shiny paint job?). The image of my sister chasing emus with a broom will live with me forever.
October 28, 2018 at 5:53 am
What a fabulous story! I knew emus were bred overseas for meat and oil (emu oil is great stuff by the way) but I hadn’t heard of anyone outside Oz with direct experience of them. What a hoot! Your sister was pretty brave to take them on with a broom – perhaps our army would have had more success with them if they had done the same! 🙂
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October 26, 2018 at 2:01 pm
Hi Sally, currently just north of Laurieton and passing through next week. Just wondered whether you’d be free for a catch up at any stage???? Margie x
October 28, 2018 at 5:49 am
Hi Margie! Would love to catch up if you are passing through! How many years has it been? 44? 45?
October 26, 2018 at 5:14 am
Love your painting !!
October 26, 2018 at 7:06 am
Thank you! 🙂
S. A. Young
October 26, 2018 at 1:51 am
Love the sketch! And thanks for the Emu info. I seem to remember seeing a comedian with an emu puppet on television when I was a kid (I Googled and sure enough, there he was, Rod Hull.)
October 26, 2018 at 7:08 am
Oh man! I do remember Rod Hull and Emu. They caused all sorts of chaos in interviews on the telly. What a flashback! 😀