Ostrich Land's owner(s) had cleverly covered the view of the birds' corral with paper so no one could take a picture without paying an entrance fee. "How much?" "Four dollars. Plus a dollar if you want to feed them." "I don't think I want to feed them. Aren't they pretty ornery?" "Oh yeah, they like to bite." "What's going on with your t-shirts? Half of them say 'Buellton' and the other half say 'Solvang'....." "Well, the city line goes down the middle of the building...so take your choice of where you want us to be! But because of that we can't get mail delivered here." "You're kidding!" "No, Solvang can't turn left off 246 and Buellton says we're in Solvang." "Well, guess I'll see your ostrichs. My dog's waiting in the van." "You got a dog with you? Go get him! He can see 'em too. Just be sure he's on a leash." "Right. He's blind so he might just wander into the corral without a leash." "If he did that, I couldn't help him." "You mean they'd kill my dog?" "Yep!" "They are a bit ornery, eh?"
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