It began with one lone baby flamingo in our neighbor’s front yard.

For weeks – maybe a month it stood by its lonesome without any companionship.  The bright pink contrasted lovely with the green grass, but I felt sorry for the single flamingo.  After all, shouldn’t there be a flock of flamingos?

Then miracles of miracles, baby flamingo’s mother arrived.  I have to admit that it made my heart happy to know that little flamingo had a friend.

Be still my heart.  Then either Papa Flamingo or Aunty Flamingo appeared.  What a cute family!

Within two weeks the happy family had grown to five members.  I am sure that the word had spread in the flamingo world that there was a wonderful home for a flock of flamingos in this neighborhood.

Today I noticed that the flamingos have moved to nest in the flower bed.  Maybe they are being considerate of the mowing crew.  

There are six darling flamingos now living next door.  I like them.  I love them.  They make me happy.

Blessings to you and yours,

No, I am not responsible for the arrival of the flamingos next door.  Cross my heart!