For my feathered (and winged) friends
It's Pink Flamingo Day, and I don't have a flamingo bow so I chose an old favorite.
Flamingos are special to me because they remind me of a friend who died not too long ago. She loved flamingoes and kept those goofy plastic ones in her yard. Her husband STILL leaves 'em out, in fact! Miss D had cervical cancer, and it unfortunately was too far gone for them to do much when she was diagnosed. A metastasis wrapped around her aorta, and that thankfully took her quickly. I didn't know her as well as Mama did, but we talked on Failbook about music (we both liked the Guess Who) and about pets. She was a nice lady. Thus is the drawback of befriending people way older than you; they eventually die off. That's happened a lot lately. Granted, most of the friends I've lost this year were just folks I knew from the library, so we weren't bosom buddies or anything. But it still stings.
Right, flamingoes are among my favorite birds, partially because they're pink and partially because they're so distinctive in appearance. I've never seen a flamingo in real life, and I hope to change that. I don't know of too many PINK birds; the flamingo is one, and the only others I can name are certain parrots and the roseate spoonbill. Spoonbills, I'm told, eat the same things as flamingoes, hence why they're pink.
Right, flamingoes are among my favorite birds, partially because they're pink and partially because they're so distinctive in appearance. I've never seen a flamingo in real life, and I hope to change that. I don't know of too many PINK birds; the flamingo is one, and the only others I can name are certain parrots and the roseate spoonbill. Spoonbills, I'm told, eat the same things as flamingoes, hence why they're pink.
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