He was an escapee from a tourist pick-your-own-strawberries farm nearby several years ago. He lives with the sheep now, following them down to the shed at shearing time, waiting in the yards and trotting along in the middle of the flock on their way back.
There are many emus just over the hill in the Forestry lands. They hang about in groups,
but we've only ever seen this one here. The solo old man emu.