ARE THOSE ... ARE THOSE TURKEYS?

Big Daddy and I were taking the girls to story time at the local Barnes and Noble on Saturday morning. It's sort of become a tradition with the kids. We go get coffee and cookies at Starbucks, and then head off to the children's section to listen to a story (this week's story was My Little Girl, Tim McGraw's first book, which was perfect for my girly cherubs). After the story and craft, we take the girls over to the Thomas the Train table so train-obsessed Cakes can have her fill of train time.

Anyway, we were on our way to story time, driving on one of our one-lane, country, back roads, when we saw these:

Big Daddy whipped out the camera phone, saying, "Look at the size of those turkeys! We have to send Grampy a picture of those!"

I replied, "Um, I don't think they're turkeys ..."

We got a little closer. They paused to curiously observe us as we took pictures. I think they were emus. Or baby ostriches. The point is, what the hey are emus/ostriches doing on the side of our one-lane road?

I mean, I expect turkeys, skunks, horses, goats, possums ... But emus?!