A net and a stone club probably worked, likely a good bit of eatin' in one of those things.
There was an Emu running loose here in the mountains for a year.
Somebody had exotic critters and moved and just let it go because western MD winters are just perfect for Emus. [not]
NO ONE I called would come to capture it before something terrible happened to it.
Not the humane society, not the DNR, not even any of the LEO branches.
They all said the same thing “Those things will disembowel you!”
Eventually I stopped seeing it.
No idea where it went.
I cannot overstate how surrealistic it was, to be riding home one day and to glance over and see an Emu standing in a cow pasture.
I had to swing around and go back just to make sure I hadn’t gone mad.
o.O