Ostrich
Africa and elsewhere
The ostrich is a laughable bird, with wings too weak to lift its body and a light-bulb shaped head on the end of a fuzzy snake of a neck. Of course should you choose to laugh at it, you run the risk of getting kicked into tomorrow. Although they are the world’s largest bird, they generally prefer to avoid confrontation. They can run about 45 miles per hour and will lay down flat to avoid detection (contrary to popular belief, they do not bury their heads in the sand to hide). It’s hard to imagine that an animal this size would need to worry about predators, but the maned cats in their native Africa could make a bucket of Original Recipe out of one in short order. It is for this reason that the ostrich has been armed with a deadly clawed-toe Kung Fu kick. They also have mankind to worry about, having been hunted and farmed for feathers, hides, oil, eggs and meat for centuries, if not millennia.
Ostrich farms were lucrative businesses, but towards the end of the 1900s the cost of raising them led some farmers to simply let them go; it was not unusual to hear of a hunter in Texas running into one face to face. One ostrich farm that has managed to keep in business for the past 20 years by introducing their livestock to tourists is Ostrich Land in Buellton, California. You may have seen some of their ostriches in the film “Sideways” but you don’t need a Hollywood camera crew to see them up close. Ostrich Land has a small gift shop that sells eggs (yes, they make great omelets), feathers, oil and other ostrich products. They do have some meat for sale, but they maintain that it comes from a nearby ranch. For 5 dollars, you can go out back and get a large dog food bowl attached to a metal dustpan filled with what looks like rabbit pellets to feed the birds (ostriches as well as their diminutive cousin, the emu). The ostriches saunter up to a railed platform and jam their heads in the bowl like a feathered cobra, emptying the bowl in a few minutes. The two-handed death grip is recommended as they will steal the whole contraption given half a chance. Oh, by the way, important safety tip – keep your face well out of their reach. Sure, ostrich feeding is fun until someone loses an eye.
If all this ostrich talk is making you hungry, fear not – ostrich is lean, high in protein and makes a delicious alternative to beef (that’s right, it tastes like cow, not chicken). Ostrich appears frequently on the menu worldwide – I found a place that features ostrich steak prominently on their menu in the hills overlooking Bogotá, Colombia. You don’t have to look far – at many (if not all) Fuddruckers, you can order their ostrich burger for a few dollars more than the hamburgers, and take my word for it, they are thick, juicy and delicious. There is a slight pungent taste that helps differentiate it from a beef burger, but it is far superior to the hamburgers available in most fast food stops and burger joints. If you’re thinking of getting exotic with the family dinner, many large and specialty grocery stores carry the meat (mostly in ground form for burgers or chili). One of my favorite meat markets in La Crescenta, California (Harmony Farms) carries not only ground ostrich and ostrich patties, but “ostrich mignon” as well as ostrich roast. Manager Sonny Cabrales will answer questions you have about which cuts work best, etc., as well as helping you find other game as well (they’re well stocked with bison, kangaroo, alligator, elk, antelope, boar, frog legs – hell, they have turducken).
The next time you’re in the mood for red meat but want to walk on the wild side, try ostrich. More than just an alternative protein source, ostriches can be fun, and if you don’t believe me, check out the Ostrich Festival in Chandler, Arizona, where the high point of the event is the ostrich races. With human riders. No kidding. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird’s the word!
The Annual Ostrich Festival
Tumbleweed Park
2250 S. McQueen Road
Chandler, AZ
GPS coordinates: 33°16’24.08″N 111°49’36.00″W
Harmony Farms
2824 Foothill Boulevard
La Crescenta, CA 91214
GPS coordinates: 34°13’28.25″N 118°14’26.94″W
Ostrich Land
610 E Highway 246
Buellton, CA 93427
GPS coordinates: 34°36’22.13″N 120°10’35.44″W
Punta Ingles Restaurante
Km. 9 Via La Calera
Bogotá, D.C, Colombia
GPS coordinates: 4°40’25.14″N 74° 1’14.40″W
Did you know there used to be an ostrich farm in South Pasadena from 1886-1920ish?
http://www.image-archeology.com/cawston_ostrich_farm.htm
Present day:
http://tinyurl.com/28t3zu6
I didn’t know that, but it doesn’t surprise me too much. Pasadena has a history with unusual birds, as anyone who has seen the flocks of now wild parrots will tell you. Funny that the real estate you linked still keeps the name “The Ostrich Farm”
I’ve had their eggs, burgers and jerky – all really good. Strange that they have that all growing off of them, though.
I assume you mean ostrich and not parrots!
Yeah, um… of course, ostrich! Parrots would be weird, right?
Hey, who am I to judge? I haven’t tried parrot yet…
Wonderful post. You make me want to give ostrich meat a try on my plate. But at the moment I’m still at work, so I will settle for watching them cause commotions over on YouTube. Thanks!
Gary
Gary – stop by Fuddrucker’s on your way home and grab an ostrich burger – a good entry point for ostrich. Then you can eat it while you watch them cause commotion on YouTube!
I thought of you when I saw this:
http://www.salon.com/food/francis_lam/2010/04/29/foods_with_offensive_names/slideshow.html
I know what the result is going to be but here I go anyway: I occasionally enjoy a little spotted dick. Haven’t had some of the other items – I have always called Brazil nuts Brazil nuts though. I had heard the racial slur used to describe them, but only in Texas – I thought it was a regional thing.
I love me some ostrich! Never had the eggs. Usually with strange animals I steer clear thinking about the poor animal – but after meeting Emus and Ostriches up close I don’t feel even a little bit bad – they’re bastards.
I have gotten past feeling bad about eating animals unless they eat one small part and discard the rest of the animal. Frog legs and shark’s fin soup never made sense to me.