I remember several years ago watching one of Harold Wilbur Smith's books made into a film. I think it was Gold where there was a male ostrich and he ate a large diamond and took part in a race It was a hilarious film.
A bird of grandiose stature, he struts the veld do not anger him for his powerful kick can main or even kill. Gently he watches over his brood their mother left long ago. It falls onto him to incubate their eggs. Impressive wing span as he shades his chicks from the relentless midday scorching sun. Watch those long legs hammering away as he chases off a rival who strays too close. Yet for all his strength and size a pea of a brain famous for hiding his head in the sand as if it will make him invisible from sight, he does look so weird bum stuck up in the air. Attracted by anything that glitters he gobbles up all sorts of weird things. Once tamed his joy is to run in races but rarely in a straight line as he veers here and there, oft times leaving mayhem in his wake. As dusk falls he gathers up his brood and struts off into the setting sun his life is really quite a simple one with freedom to roam the sunlit veld.
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