In last week's post, I showed you pictures of our rheas. Here is a picture of an emu father and his chicks. The chicks are striped when they're little. (see them in the foreground)
They're far more striking than the rhea but not overly friendly. As with all our animals, we introduced the dogs to them one by one.
Back then, there was Isis, the Smartest Dog In The World. Chelly, the dog you see in my author picture. And Nacho, another rottie who was a puppy at the time.
Isis was cautious. The emu male approached her and she took a step back. He pushed her a little farther and she took another step back. All of a sudden Isis was backed up against the barn wall and this look came over her that said: I don't think so, Fluffy. Those hackles raised and she walked that emu right back to the fence line.
Chelly didn't know what to make of the giant bird. This time the emu didn't take any chances and he charged her, stomping on my poor dog with his big clawed feet. All four legs splayed out, but just like a cartoon dog, Chelly popped back up. I was so angry at that bird that I chased him all the way back to his huddle of hens. Nobody messes with my girl. LOL.
Nacho was in a class by herself. After seeing how the other two dogs handled themselves, we didn't hold much hope for a ten month old rottie. She was still a baby.
We were in for a shock. Once again the male emu charged, but before we could push him away, the puppy lunged at the bird, jumping straight up, then grabbed him by the throat. She kept him pinned down and never broke the skin--despite his thrashing. The bird outweighed Nacho, but that didn't matter to her. She was absolutely fearless.
Of all the dogs we've ever had, Nacho was the most serious and steadfast. She never took a day off and looked after us to her dying day.
My girls were great helpers around the ranch. I still miss them. My boys are not nearly as industrious. I suppose Tank doesn't have to do anything but look big, and Iko is still my scorpion hunter, but they are lazy cusses compared to my girls.