I can't say for sure if that's definitely the case but as you highlighted I was told about "the" ostrich rather than "an" ostrich.
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Would that be an Ozzie ostrich then?, no need for photos, I've seen him on tv !
Imagine my astonishment when, about a couple of months after moving to the frosty realms of Scandinavia, whilst driving on a forest track and ready for my first encounter with the majestic moose, I ran into a flock of ...ostriches!!! And no, I hadn't touched any alcoholic beverages or psychedelic substances those days. These bl***y birds are taking over the world!
Apparently ostrich farming was en vogue that time and somehow some birds had managed to make a lucky escape. They probably didn't survive the hunting season, though.
Now you've piqued my interest I shall ask about ostriches as I travel through SA in March.
By the way , Phil, who owns Mungeranie , is the biggest bull****artist you could ever meet.He has a different story for every set of eyes. He can pull stuff out from under the bar with a different story for everything. As for the lass, I forget her name ,(might be Judy), but hanging around Phil, the story telling would rub off.
It was about March 2015 that I was there. The guy who owned the place wasn't there but the bar lass (Debbie) said he was looking to sell. I don't know if it was the same owner back then as now.
I don't recall being told any tall stories when I was there but there would have been plenty of opportunity to do so as there was only myself and a couple of guys from a road maintenance crew there.