Do you see the emu?” asked a bubbly Amanda Hearst, pointing toward the expansive fenced-in farm behind her family’s Water Mill spread. A giant ostrich-like bird was indeed flapping its feathers a little more than a touchdown pass away from the pool, where houseguests were splashing around in the hot summer sun. And the emu was just the beginning. The farm also has miniature goats, a donkey, a mini-horse, ducks, chickens, geese, cats, dogs, an African gray parrot, and doves. This is where the publishing heiress comes year-round, especially during summer weekends, to flee the concrete jungle. “We used to rent [in the Hamptons], and it would always be in Southampton, Water Mill, or Bridgehampton,” says Hearst. But for the past 10 years her family (which includes Amanda’s socialite mom, Anne Hearst, and her novelist step-dad, Jay McInerney) has occupied its Peter Cook–designed manse, which incorporates leftover marble mantelpieces her great-grandfather William Randolph Hearst flew in from Europe to furnish his famous castle in San Simeon, California.(Vanity Fair)
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