Thursday, May 12, 2011
& then there was one
Yes, I am sorry. I already miss her voice (she made a noise that sounds like the opening chords of These Boots Were Made For Walking...no, really. The thrum-thrum-thrumming, not the tambourine. CleoPatton, her mate is calm-ish as I type this. The tree guys are back today & making as much noise as ever, but he never was as high strung as she was. He is pacing, but showing no sign of doing himself equal damage. What happens next is anyone's guess. Emus are not wired for solitary living, but we really don't want another one.
Poor Antonelle. Up until 5:09 yesterday she had a very nice emu life & was happy & well cared for. In the end, though, there was no reasoning with an 80lb animal with a brain the size of a chihuahua's.