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To: Rambi who wrote (47328)2/22/2000 7:37:00 PM
From: Crocodile  Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 71178
 
I know... weird name... OSTRICH... I suppose it might suit the bird(??).

Mr. Croc didn't try one, but one of the people in the store said they're pretty good. He's adventurous so I imagine he might give them a try... After all, he's pretty brave... He even ate Duck Tongues when we were out with friends in Chinatown awhile ago...

Me...well, I'm the vegetarian in the family. I found the Duck Tongues rather "disturbing"... BTW, we didn't order them...someone else in our party did. When I looked at them, all I could think of was my pet ducks at home... and Yep...there was no mistaking them... they were the genuine article... poor ducks... :-(



To: Rambi who wrote (47328)2/22/2000 8:03:00 PM
From: Ish  Respond to of 71178
 
<<We have --- well- WE don't but someone does- an ostrich farm down the road a piece. Did Mr Croc try one? That was all the rage for a while. EVeryone was going to be a millionaire raising ostriches.
That's the silliest word.
OSTRICH>>

Ostrich, emus, llamas and buffalos. Not bad meat but they weren't money makers except for the early sellers of eggs.




To: Rambi who wrote (47328)2/22/2000 9:44:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte  Respond to of 71178
 
Ostrich - I can't resist the image of putting my head in the sand.
...Which ineluctably brings back memories of when I was seventeen, on vacation in southern France, lying on my stomach on the beach (cetting a wicked dorsal sunburn) and masking my involuntary and unrelenting response to seeing the local nymphettes run about seins nus.