Oddly enough, there was an ostrich farm not far from where we lived in Okinawa. You could buy meat, eggs, things made from egg shells, etc. I chaperoned a school field trip there, and I got quite a chuckle when a sign in English said for a particular price you could "mount the ostrich."
My first thought was that I'd taken a wrong turn to Tijuana, and I hoped no one would do it while we had all the kindergarteners there. But a closer look showed that they'd actually put you on top of the ostrich and let you ride it. Needless to say, they didn't have Thehuntingagency's pictures.