Friends of Mrs T & I, pre kids were camping at a location I've long forgotten. After a midnight interlude, Gertrude took a pee not too far from the tent and returned to bed.
Next morning, whilst sat in their chairs reading, an amorous emu approached Hans, down on heels, and with a wicked glint in HIS eyes. Now I've never seen an excited emu to know but Hans & Gertrude assure me that this emu had carnal thoughts and Hans the intended victim was only saved from a mounting because Ernie-the-Emu got a couple of toes caught either side of a guy-rope and couldn't proceed.
Gertrude had been rendered speechless by the approaching emu and only Ernie's entanglement with the guy-ropes alerted poor Hans.
Later that same afternoon, enjoying a late nap, Hans & Gertrude were awoken by a large Kangaroo, obviously also in an amorous mood. Skippy had managed to get between the fly & the tent before the excitement was too much for him and he left a deposit on the tent, the outside fortunately.
I think Hans & Gertrude (names changed to protect the not so innocent) have learned not to spread post coital pheromones so close to their tent!