Remembering the story the old uncle told about the brother in law from the big smoke came his first bush visit.
Next morning  Old UNC asked his new city bil one egg or two and how many toasts . Two please was the reply. The old fella then fried two EMU eggs served with slices of toast.
My grandmother always said that one Emu egg was equeal to 12 emu eggs.  Imagine sitting down to 24 fried eggs.
The old lady used to make the most light  and tasty sponge cakes with Emu eggs.
She was a real keen fisher and swore by Emu guts as bait, and had a score of big Murry Cod to prove it.
Back then the Emu was fair game and I must have shot hundreds for dog meat, light a fire, cut it up  and burn the feathers off and feed the dogs.

Bloody hell someone has stolen my idenity and posted this   
I did not neva dun dis sorta fing it is illleggelll
me isa good BUSH BOY an I kant spel 
KEV

Desus qurist cuz torken like dat brung back a lot a mem meme old finking
i waz jarst lyke old tymes heerin ya voyce again
Furp

Are they what they eat?  & what do they eat?  Does ye know?

(Marsh grass, half rotted marsh grass maybe)