At dusk, Limpy Chick and Offsider and Undersized Emu were having their peck of wheat when we heard a female call right on the edge of the clearing.
Some minutes later – deep deep dusk (and cold) at this point – a wild emu, surely her, walked past me about 20 feet away. The three home-team birds seemed entirely uninterested in tackling her. They just sorta stared off into space like they’d farted in church.
So, three females present overnight; but I didn’t hear much vocalizing.
This morning, at (cold) first light, a pair, certainly including the one from last night, was grazing in the house-clearing with the home team.