So it was the emus were left in peace for three long years, during which Karrawingi, from a mere stripling, grew into a fine adult bird. His head was held over five feet high on his long smooth blue skinned neck. His eyes were splendidly large and of clear liquid brown, with black pupils . . . And now that Karrawingi was fully grown and winter was striding in once more, he began to feel strange urges in the blood. He was drawn to show his prowess in the company of female emus . . . He would whoosh and drum and dance and balance on one leg and puff out his throat feathers. (Karrawingi the emu, 1946, pp. 19-21) 1