In the north part of our county there’s a forty acre farm that was worth $30,000 then thirty some years ago, and maybe more than a half million today.
Emus were the latest fad, and the owner of that farm tried to hire me to help them trade that farm for a breeding pair of emus and ten fertile eggs.
They said the pair was worth $20,000 and the eggs ten thousand and they were afraid land prices would crash again. Besides, they were keeping a 20 with a house on it.
I asked them who could ever afford to eat $10,000 birds and they said oh no, the birds are worth $10,000 because they lay $1,000 eggs.
I asked why the eggs were worth $1,000 and they said the eggs hatch $10,000 birds.
I said to them, this market will utterly crash. Where those emus are from they shoot them as pests. There will come a day you cannot give them away, at any price.
They said we intend to sell out while the market is good, after we’ve doubled our investment.
I refused to do the contract and deed.
Not so much because I’m honest, but because I fear going to hell and buring an eternity.
I will never knowingly do evil, or have any part of evil. There’s a chance all those old Christian preachers might be right about the unforgivable sin.
They must have found some other lawyer more reckless with his immortal soul than me, because I’d drive by the place and see two emus, and then later on a dozen, and eventually none at all.
Emu War, military operation to address the issue of emus, large flightless birds, damaging large amounts of crops in Western Australia. The campaign lasted from November to December 1932. Three members of the Royal Australian Artillery were assigned to cull roughly 20,000 emus using machine guns.
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The county deputes and teenagers had great sport shooting wild emus for a time, but I understand people always forget, and emus are slowly becoming popular again like peacocks, as yard decorations.