Somewhere to play.

The ostrich is a stubborn thing.

The 'wild' birds are close to home. We thought about introducing the tame, hand-reared babies to the wild ones, and get them all to stay closer to home. After about three hours, and many round and round tours around in the enclosure, lunch was declared and the effort to get the wild ones into the same area as the tame ones was shelved till another day. The ostriches won the day.

Wild ostriches do not take kindly to tame ostriches.

Next day:

A good day to rest - it was more to my liking after a decent lunch.

Siesta is really like a mini holiday to me - a full tummy, an empty mind, off to the land of Nod!

And when you wake up, your chores are done - true - yes, my chore was done !

No - I don't know the tooth-fairy, or indulge in grass, or any other strange powdery stuff.

If you want something done, feel free to ask, I'll get the wife to do it.

Sometimes I do not even have to ask, she goes on auto-pilot, and does it anyway.

She is quite good that way - that is why she is still here.(Should have a 'smily' emo-thing here, otherwise I'll be called a racist again.)

Handy to have a 'mover' as a wife, saves a lot of wear-an-tear on the hubby.

After-all, I do have more important functions to fulfill, I do all the thinking around here.

Well - they - (the wife and Prince) decided to coral the female ostrich, and by gum, they did !

... and I wasn't even there to tell them how to ... okay, no comments now - thank you !

All's well, that ends well