We’re back in Victoria now, on the homeward trail. A few days ago, on the road, I was excited to see an emu grazing / picking in a paddock containing nothing but stubble – probably wheat – and a few trees. Then I saw another emu, and next minute there seemed to be tons of them! I drove on, wondering if I should turn around to take photos, or drive back the next day, without the camper, and hope they were still there.
When I spotted the next lot, I pulled over.
I was satisfied with just the two emus, until I noticed activity on a hill to my left. (My horizons are usually a bit inaccurate, as I tend to hold the camera tilted, but this was a hill. I tried to line my vertical guide with the water tank.)
Three more emus. Then, all of a sudden, emus were everywhere.
It’s sight I will never forget. It was the unexpectedness of seeing such numbers, in the middle of the day, in such a hot, dry, landscape.
Thanks for looking.