From the Department of Creative Bank Accounting, Flora and Fauna Unit
Our neighbor has an emu they inherited from someone who couldn't take care of him any more. He's about 18 years old, and they call him Kevin. One day I was feeding him grapes and he snagged my ring finger instead of the grape. Took a bunch of skin off of it as I jerked it away from his maw. Don't mess with Kevin.
My favorite thing about this guy is watching his graceful walk. His feet and claws are massive, yet he moves nimbly around like a ballet dancer. Found these cool photos of an emu foot. Living dinosaurs, I tell you.
-Jake
