http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/crime/9708838/Escaped-emu-detained-by-police-after-going-on-the-run.html
Okay: you’re happy at home, sitting on your couch. It’s an early morning in the UK; you’re enjoying your coffee watching the news before work. All of a sudden there’s a knock on the door. Who could that be? You’re not expecting anyone… You go to the door and see a four foot tall emu, looking you dead in the eye. You close the door and go back to your coffee, and the emu goes to the next house, trying to get in. Finally, one of your neighbors calls the police. Acting Sergeant Zoe Parnell and Stephen Huxtable from the Cornwall police come to catch the runaway bird. According to the Sargent, she had no beneficial training for this situation. Eventually the two officers lured the bird into a woman’s living room and… arrested it? Well, they captured it somehow. The Emu is now facing breaking and entering charges ans well as fleeing from the police. The emu, also known as Cobra, is facing life in prison (The emu was actually returned to its owner and all is well in North Devon).
Wouldn’t you call animal control for this sort of thing? Does Cornwall even have an animal control? Who has an emu and why? I know they’re considered farm animals, but what purpose do they serve? They don’t pull a plow or anything. Are their eggs valuable? Are they fluffy? In my experience, emus are mean. They peck at me and attack me for no reason. So I get back at them by giving them a face juuussttttt outside of their pen. Right where they can’t reach me. I hate all birds. I walked into a pet store once for cat supplies, and a parrot flew in and got caught in my hair. All birds hate me, and I hate all birds. Once there was a peacock outside my house. It was a refugee from a peacock farm a few miles away. Why would you farm peacocks? Are their eggs valuable? Are they fluffy?