Totally off topic -- I live in rural Alabama. I was taking a side road past a little country grocery store, and there on the side of the road was an .. emu. I turned around and went up to the counter in the store and told the clerk, to see if she knew who the owner was (everyone knows everybody around here) who said the bird had been wandering around out there for a long time.
You found my emu! I kept hoping he'd come home by now, but my wife has been saying, "After this much time he's probably halfway to Alabama." I have to go tell her she was right. Do me a favor and bring him home until I can get there. He likes cornflakes for breakfast and he'll curl up on the front porch at night if you give him an old blanket.