I think I mentioned that when there were fires in San Diego many years ago, I took several days off at work and evacuated horses all over the county (had a truck and horse trailer, which was also used to haul beer to the old hornfans tailgates). A few of our horse friends did the same, and we all went caravan style. A local tack and feed store became central dispatch. The TV news and radio would tell people that needed help to "call Mary's", and once we were done with a run, we too called Mary's, and got the next assignment. The horses were hauled to the Del Mar race track, where volunteers on the ground would take the horses from us, get them in stalls with feed and water, etc. There we many times when I didn't know who's horse I had in the trailer...in those cases I'd tell the ground crew where I'd picked up the horses, and they would note it.
After a few days, it calmed down considerably, and, upon arrival and unloading at Del Mar, Mary's told us that there were no other evacs needed at that time. So, we took a well-deserved breather, and somebody; a grateful horse owner IIRC, produced a cooler full of beer.
So, we were just sipping our beers, and I walked along the stalls checking out some of the horses. The ground crew would use tape to mark the stall with the horse's name and place of origin, and "unknown" on the stalls of the strays. Anyway, we're walking along the stalls, the wife is feeding each horse a carrot, and I'm calling them by name and saying hello to them. Usual horse-type names..."Hello Billy Bob"..."Hello Bandit"..."Hello Charlie Brown". And then I come to a stall where the horse isn't hanging his head out. The tape on the stall reads "Emu". Hmmm. That's a funny name for a horse. So, in the fog of my exhaustion, I stick my head in the stall saying "where are you Emu" and of course, IT'S A FUCKING EMU ABOUT TO PECK MY FUCKING EYEBALL OUT. Scared the shit out of me but I avoided injury.
Fox 32 is absolutely not a So Cal station. Fox is 11 in L.A.