Mostly friend, sometimes foe….feed buckets bring out this bird’s evil side. Marilyn came to live with us when the Crocodile farm in Wyndham closed down a few years ago. Roderick brought her out in a goat crate on the back of the ute. She just stood up and poked her long neck out the top, cruising down the main street of Wyndham. When they arrived here at the station, we let her out, gave her a feed, and she’s never left. Roderick thought her a lovely emu, so named her Marilyn, after the Monroe variety. Makes one wonder, doesn’t it?