He recalled one particular winter that saw his ostrich population halved due to bitter temperatures.
But on this day, the ostrich was far from happy with Cash.
At this point, Cash came out unscathed.
But as he walked on, Cash plotted his next move.
“I was the boss.
It was my land.”
So Cash came back down the path, this time armed with a six-foot stick.
As the ostrich charged at him, Cash swiped at the bird but missed.
“I scored a good hit on one of his legs, and he ran off.”
