Emu Satay with a Citrus-Honey Glaze

The first impression I got from the emu I encountered in semi-captivity within an animal park in Australia was hostility. A wire fence separated us, and I was glad for the barrier. The animal stalked over to me, fixed me with a beady eye (they do not stereoscopically see) opened its powerful beak and exhaled forcibly and rather foully in my face. It then commenced to strut back and forth on its large, three-toed feet, like a drill sergeant reprimanding a recruit. I promptly abandoned