01/08/2025
We are pleased to present a recent contribution to the Cooroy Rag Community Newspaper from 22nd July 2025.
Ostrich Wrangling- from the archives
As the junior associate at my first job in rural South Australia I was invariably railroaded with the jobs that the senior partners deemed fit to delegate. At the time, the ostrich industry was a big deal and the outrageously valued birds were owned by syndicates. Regular health checks of individual birds were demanded by the insurers and so with my avian skills limited to chickens, budgies and the odd duck, I turned up at the farm for a crash course in ostrich wrangling.
The property manager, an enthusiastic AFL player and centre forward for the Mundulla Tigers started my first visit by demonstrating the attributes of ostriches as training aids. I had several birds to give health checks to so after encouraging them into a small fenced pen he proceeded to tackle and wrestle the birds to a standstill, eventually immobilizing the victim by getting a grip on it’s beak. This was when I moved in and did my bit with the examination procedure while trying to avoid the bird’s main defensive ploy; the random forward kick from a leg tipped with a talon the size of my thumb. On one occasion I found myself as close to the wrong place and time as I would be comfortable with as an unexpected kick tore the fly out of my jeans. Such were the fun and games with the less robust hens.
The ante was raised when I was called out to do an insurance check on the largest c**k bird on the property; 8 feet of rampant ratite. Not really an AFL training option, the approach to restraining this Jurassic chook was a little more nuanced. Taking a cut-off jumper sleeve from under the seat of the farm ute, our intrepid farm manager walked out into the paddock and stood quietly as the birds, overcome with curiosity, started to move in and peck at his clothes. When the target bird pecked his shirt he quickly grabbed him by the beak and flipped the cut off sleeve that was rolled up his arm over the bird’s head. This sudden bewildering plunge into darkness normally renders an ostrich stationary and tractable. Just as I moved in, stethoscope in hand, the bird reared up to full height before running off at speed still blindfolded and eventually rebounding off the high tensile wire fence, dislodging the hood. He picked himself up, looked around and sped off in a cloud of dust at which point I decided to call it a day.
Craig H Marshall BVSc
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