My last morning in Yaraka and the local emu stood in the middle of the track as if to say “Where do you think you’re going?”

I stopped my little campervan as he pecked at my windscreen and came in for a closer look …

Did you notice the white Maremma keeping guard? She follows the emus everywhere protecting her flock of three hand reared birds.

Just one of the things I’m going to miss about Yaraka 😢