Mirror, Mirror, On the wall…

Mirror, Mirror, On the wall…

On the wall, mirror, mirror… Although the outcome of our battle was uncertain, vanity ultimately proved to be his undoing. It was a man against a giant bird. Actually no, not a monster chicken, yet a huge emu. During the 90’s a prevailing fashion cleared across America. The practice of decorating large emu eggs for art projects was part of the arts and crafts curriculum. I’m informed the eggs could bring $50-$100 each whenever offered to the right craftsmanship supply individuals. As a result, every person with a large yard bought an emu and kept it to sell the eggs. I had observed these large birds in outdoor enclosures on numerous properties as a state game warden. They stood apart on the grounds that they were almost 5 ft tall and consistently appeared to check out at you with a mentality. They’d walk around like they owned the world. Their gaze let you in on that they were the chief, not you. Because they are regarded as farm animals rather than wildlife in Kansas, I hadn’t paid much attention to them as an animal. When it came to the law in Kansas, they were more like a huge chicken. It wasn’t an aspect of my responsibilities to assess them or manage them…..or so I thought. However, the “Great Emu Egg Crash” occurred in the late 1990s without my knowledge. Another wellspring of the huge eggs opened up. Additionally, the craze for decorating them had come to an end and vanished. All of these people’s emu farms were losing money as the price of eggs fell to almost nothing. They had these monster birds that they at this point not needed. Many of the birds’ outcomes are a mystery to me. They may or may not be suitable for barbecue. I do be aware, in any case, that many individuals chose to, simply let them go. I couldn’t say whether they calculated the coyotes would get them or on the other hand in the event that they really thought they got an opportunity out in the wilds. You are aware that every excellent job description includes the phrase “other duties as assigned” near the end. In May, it was a sunny, warm Saturday morning. I was in my watch truck went to the lake to start really taking a look at fishing licenses. Numerous fishermen from Kansas City came to try their luck on the crappie, which were having pretty good luck. It was seeming to be a decent day to spend along the shore. Due to its proximity to numerous major cities and large lakes, my district saw a lot of activity. I expected I would wind up composing a few tickets that day and conceivably bringing a couple of individuals to prison in light of multiple factors. My locale was occupied to the point that I conveyed various arrangements of binds since it was normal for me to wind up capturing a few group at a time for outstanding warrants, drugs, taken property, or 100 different reasons. Hoodlums jumped at the chance to go to the lake very much like every other person, so I got to manage them a considerable amount. Obviously, a huge chicken or an emu was the last thing on my mind. When the radio call came from the county sheriff’s dispatcher, I had already left my house and was getting close to the lake. She told me that there was a huge bird in the yard of some people who lived north of the county seat.