The Ostrich flaps her wings futilely – all those beautiful feathers, but useless! For her wings are flightless and no match for the wings of a stork.
She lays her eggs on the hard ground, leaves them there in the dirt exposed to the weather, and forgets that a foot may crush hem; a wild beast may trample them. She’s negligent with her young, as if they weren’t even hers.
She cares nothing about anything. She wasn’t created very smart , that’s for sure. She wasn’t given her good share of good sense, but when she spreads her feathers to run, oh how she runs! She laughs at the horse and rider, leaving them in the dust.
– Adapted from various versions of Job 39:13-18