My housemate Brittany and I went for a little getaway this weekend to just relax and recharge. We went to a small game park in South Africa called Templehof where they have baby lions to hold! So fun! On Saturday night, we went to bed early so we could watch the sunrise over the beautiful South African mountains. We went to the balcony of the lodge but couldn't see much, so we went down to a small play area on the swing set. It wasn't long before the emus came... We knew them to have a poor sense of personal space, so as they started getting closer we didn't think much of it. We were told they were more afraid of us than we are of them. But how the tables turned...
Soon they were far too close for comfort, and despite our attempts to shoo them away, they continued to come closer. Much much closer. Now but three feet away, Brittany found refuge on the top of the merry-go-round while I stood atop a swing, hoping our height would add some intimidation. Brittany was safe, but the two emus got closer and closer to me, my heart beating faster and faster. But then, the strangest thing happened... The one closest to me began to crouch. I don't think emus can jump, but it sure looked like he was ready to pounce! But the other one followed suit. So there I stood on the swing, two emus kneeling in front of me, still way too close for comfort, but there they sat. One inched closer while the other came around the back side of me. I had this great fear that they were ganging up on me and were gonna start hammering away at my flesh any minute. They didn't peck, but they began bumping me with their necks and faces while I pleaded for Brittany to do something. As one began fluffing his feathers, Brittany hopped down from her perch, successfully shooing them away enough for me to get to a higher spot. As we stood there puzzled by what we just saw, one emu walked away. The other, however, kept his eye on us, feathers fluffed, and very slowly circling our jungle gym of refuge. I did my best to enjoy the sunrise, but I had a hard time slowing down my heart after thinking I was going to be pecked to death. The light stretched across the sky, the emu was far enough away for us to make an escape, and we quickly relinquished to our cozy rondavel by the lion cage. My heart restored to its normal pace as I enjoyed a rusk and a cup of tea.
We found out at breakfast that the kneeling was actually a sign of respect. They said they were welcoming me and saw me as an authority. What!? Though this may be true, I have decided that I do not like emus, despite how much they seem to like me. But hey, I'm in the animal kingdom club now! I've got birds bowing to me!