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Big Eyes, Small Brains

by Dave
July 10

 

A day trip to Outdshoorn gave us more information than we ever could have wanted about the odd-looking, expensively-feathered, knee-less, rock-eating (and turns out, delicious) “birds” commonly known as ostriches. During a tour of the Ostrich Farm grounds that felt like a middle school field trip to a petting zoo we stood on their eggs, lost staring contests, and let them bite us with their toothless beaks (which felt only appropriate after one had to put up with me sitting on its back for about 30 seconds).

Pretty bird

Pretty birds

Somewhere, if you listen closely, you can hear PETA crying

Somewhere, if you listen closely, you can hear PETA crying

No knees, just really high ankles. And weird feet.

No knees, just really high ankles. And weird feet.

Ostriches have really hard eggs. Who knew. More importantly, who cared?

Ostriches have really hard eggs. Who knew? More importantly, who cared?

Sitting...at my own risk, of course.

Sitting…at my own risk, of course.

We mentioned small brains, yes?

Aforementioned risk…

Oh, and then this happened after Noelle fought off a group of 7-10 year olds (the only other people in the tour group who didn’t exceed the weight limit) for a spot in line…(EDITOR’S NOTE: If they asked for the “attention of parents of all the riders” one more time…)

(EDITOR'S NOTE: Fashionista, yes?)

(EDITOR’S NOTE: If one must ride an ostrich, one must look good doing so, yes?)

(EDITOR'S NOTE: In the words of Mr. Willas, "YIPEE-KI-YAY!")

(EDITOR’S NOTE: In the words of my man John McClane, “YIPEE-KI-YAY…!!”

…and then we dined.

We'll let you draw your own conclusions...

We’ll let you draw your own conclusions…