Here’s something to make all fathers think.

Be thankful you weren’t born an emu. Your lot in life would have been tending all the eggs – a dozen or more at a time (some even fertilised by rival males!) – no time to lubricate your parched throat and you would suffer dramatic weight loss.

And it doesn’t stop there – you’d be tending those chicks for the next six months until they’re almost your own size.

All the time Mum is swanning around eating and drinking.

Know anyone who needs reminding of an emu’s lot in life? Then share this post.

Not easy moving those eggs around with just your beak.

Ok, maybe just a short break.