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February 19, 2012

BE ON THE LOOKOUT

Emu escapes from Vt. farm, on the lam for 5 weeks

(Thanks to Jan in Grimsby)

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So what did the lam, or lama say? I'll bet it wus
"get off my back"!!

shuffles off to geezer bus...

Emu on the Lam wbagnfa ... three-letter maximum for a band name?

Din't they open fer Cat?

And ... "free if one can capture it" ...

How do they taste?

Like chicken. A really HUGE chicken ...

Tonight's special is Emu on the Lamb, served with a Spotted Owl Risotto and a house salad.

You might wake up some morning
To the sound of something moving past your window at the school
And if you're quick enough to rope it with
Extension cords or something equally inappropriate
Don't be concerned
Don't call Montpelier
It's just the flightless elusive emu from Vermont

How about "The Slammin' Lammin' Emus"? Might get booked to back up the Mighty Mighty Bosstones.

I'm guessing after five weeks it's emu steaks all around.

The Elusive Emu WBAGNFA Aussie running back,

Just had a menu flash...

An emu stuffed with a turkey stuffed with a duck stuffed with a chicken stuffed with a kiwi (the bird kind) would be an Emuturduckenwi. Somebody get me John Madden's phone number!

Emus are good for one thing: Scrabble.

Boots too.

There's a ballad in this somewhere.

As I walked out, in the streets of Emu ...

Nah ... whut rhymes with "emu" ... ? Parvenu?

Now somewhere in the rolling green hills of Montpelier
There wanders a young bird named Ethan Emu...

Pad, let's stuff the emu in an ostrich, and stuff the kiwi with a sparrow, and then stuff the sparrow with a hummingbird.

Osemuturduckenwirrobird!

Mebbe we could find a Pterdactyl sumplace, to stuff 'em all into?

(Reminded of the old joke about stuffin' bodes ... prolly not PC enuf to post here ... )

Didn't the Beatles sing Emu's On The Lam?

As I walked out on Montpelier's hillsides;
As I walked out in the rugged Northeast
I spied a young emu, all dressed up in feathers
Precariously riding astride a young sheep

"I see by your wings there that you must be flightless" --
These words I did say as my brain I did wrack,
"But simply because you have found yourself rideless
That's no cause to hop on a passing lamb's back."

[over to the next blogger...]

Last summer a guy had some calves get away 15 miles from me, a few days later they're in our 'hood. They didn't get caught until harvest progressed enough in the fall that they didn't have any more corn to hide in, then someone called the cowboys in. The danger is the longer these things roam, the wilder they get.

"bought three emus for his grandchildren but they don't make great pets."

They not only don't make great pets, they can disembowel you with the spur on the back of their legs.

Just offer her some vegemite and a Fosters, Mate!

Emu on lam? Or you mean lamb on menu? Ewe.

I cannot believe none of you has finished Betsy's poem. Here's my contribution.

I spied the emu as he raced quickly by
He stopped for moment and then.
He gave me a glance, and with a wink of his eye,
He continued to run like the wind.

Emu’s long legs make them fleet of foot
Useless wings but he didn’t care
Farmers gave up and ceased their pursuit
But the look he gave was a dare.

I could chase this emu far and wide
Until exhaustion finally sets in.
But he seems to have such Emu pride!
Besides he’d probably still win

emu-lam. could be something you would hear about on an infomercial..

We are not e-mused.

sounds like and emu-rgency

They might be able to attract it with an emu-lator.

Thank you, NC At least SOMEone is willing to assume some responsibility around here...

Thanks, Betsy; now I'll have that song running like a crazed emu through my head all night.

The emu is the thing with feathers
That hides by the road,
And beeps the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
No, wait. That's the Roadrunner.

He got away by disguising himself as as apteryx.

*SNORK* at Steve.

SW, emus are actually good for two things: Scrabble and crossword puzzles.

Emu on the lam....
Emu on the lam....
From pethood he did scram....
For farms he gives no damn....
Like an ostrich head in sand
A raptor with no plan
Emu on the lam.

There's an emu on the road....
So much discord he has sowed....
Takes a stroll past the school....
Makes 'em look like fools....
If ya wanna catch him, Lord,
Don't use extension cords!
Emu on the road, yeah.

Girls, ya gotta love your bird....
Girls, ya gotta love your bird....
Do not be deterred....
Make him less absurd....
The bird on you depends
Your birthday presents end
Gotta love your bird, yeah.

*waves Bic lighter for Meanie*

The sad part is that the grand-kids told him they wanted the Let's Rock Elmo not a flock of emu.

I donna do pomes, so here's a song instead:


On a long and lonesome highway
North of Winoski
You can listen to the loon
Moanin' out his one note song.
You can think about the chicken
Or the duck you knew the night before.

But your thoughts will soon be wandering
Just like that darn emu
When you're lookin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
And you don't feel much like eatin',
You just wish you had emu.

Here he is
On the road again
There he is
Playing the kazoo
Here he goes
By the school again
There he goes
That darn emu.

Well you walk into the kitchen,
Strung out from the search
And you feel the eyes upon you
Like the emu's on the porch
You pretend it doesn't bother you
That he's left you in the lurch.

Most times you can't see him,
Other times you can
An extension cord lasso?,
That won't catch him, man
And there's two more at the house
If he has to make a stand.

Here he is
On the road again
There he is
Playing the kazoo
Here he goes
By the school again
There he goes
That darn emu

Out there in the Montpelier,
That's a hundred miles away,
Every single emu
You try to give away
All of the three you bought
So the grandkids with them could play.

Later in the evening
As you lie awake in bed
With the echoes of the laughter
Ringin' in your head
You smoke the day's last cigarette,
Rememberin' what the paper read.


Here he is
On the road again
There he is
Playing the kazoo
Here he goes
By the school again
There he goes
That darn emu


If you
should stay,
I would only be in your way.
So you'll go,
but I know
I'll think of you ev'ry step of the way.
And Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy E lu sive Emuuuuuuuuuuuuu,
myyyyyyy
elusive emuuuuuuuuuu. (Your darling ewe???. Hmm..... )

Bittersweet
memories
that is all I'm taking with me.
So, goodbye.
Please, don't cry.
We both know I'm not what you, EWE need.
And MyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyEEEyyyyyy'E-I-E-I-O'-EEEyyyyy
E lu sive EmuuuuuuuuuuuuuooOOOuu,
myyyy
elusive emuuuuuuuuuu.....

Okay, I'm totally lost. What are the last three songs based on??!!

The emu 'e 'ardly knew.

I don't wanna know your name
Cause you don't look the same
The way you did before
OK you think you got a pretty face
But the rest of you is out of place
You looked all right before

Emu on the Lam
You screamed and everybody comes a-running
Take a run and hide yourself away
Emu on the Lam
E-Emuy, emu-y on the run and hideaway

You-you talk about just every band
But the names you drop are second hand
I've heard it all before
I don't wanna know your name
Cause you don't look the same
The way you did before
(repeat chorus)

SW - think The Doors for mine, and I'll bet you can figure out max's without help; if not just turn the page. I had to google for ligirl's, and found out that it was timely, but more I will not reveal.

Nice one wd, but it was pre-coffee and I had to google yours too. Good thing, because I'd have never figured it out.

Well, I've got to run to keep from hidin',
'Cause these wings ain't made for flyin'.
And I've got no room for electric collar,
But I'm not gonna let 'em catch me, no,
Not gonna let 'em catch the Montpelier Emu.

My brother in law actaully kept an emu as a pet for a couple of months. It's a long story as to why he had one but there is a simple explanation as to why he had to get rid of it. They are very, very large birds that can't be housebroken. No, they do not make good pets.

'Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet Eemuuuuuuuuuuu-tion
Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet Eemuuuuuuuuuuuu-tion...'


'Something in the way 'emuves
attracts me like no other love-bird.....'


'I'm e-musick, and I write the songs.....'

why can't i quit ewe?

What we have here is a failure to emunicate.

I hereby proclaim the ratite-ification of this thread ...

Bravo to everybody.
This thread has taken flight.
Just like that darn Emu.

I wish I'd thought of The Doors:

Show me the way to the elusive emu.
Oh don't ask why, oh don't ask why.

It writes itself.

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