I've mentioned a few times that we live in a pretty rural area of Florida. It's nice because in an hour I can drive to the beach or to any of the theme parks, but my day-to-day life consists of driving past cows, horses and orange groves.
Here in Central Florida orange groves are a dime a dozen. Around these parts lots of people with a decent amount of property have a little grove in their front yard - maybe 30 trees or so is pretty common. I enjoy the smell of orange blossoms at some times of the year and we often buy a 1/4 bushel of oranges and marmalade from an older couple with a small grove past our house, but other than that, I don't even think twice about the groves.
But there's an orange grove by our neighborhood that also has fancy-looking black and white sheep that graze amongst the orange trees. It's a funny thing to see, but something I have also become used to since I pass it at least 12 times a week thanks to trips to and from school.
The other day my youngest son yelled "WOW! That's one big turkey!" and pointed at the orange grove.
And he was right. There in the grove trotting around with the sheep was a big brown bird. I got closer and noticed that it's an emu. I don't know how long the emu has been living among the sheep and the orange trees, but now that I know to look for him (or her?) I see her everyday.
It's a strange site for sure, yet I'm getting used to seeing it. It's funny how your "normal" can change so easily.