Saturday, August 15, 2015

And Part Two

  I thought I was seeing things.

Pink flamingos, last time I looked, are not indigenous to western New York. Even plastic ones. This isn't Florida.

They were even mobbing the poor deer-turned-walrus with the upended antlers that stands at the entrance to our neighbour's drive. But it seems it was yet another way to get people to part with their money. In this case for a local church charity.

Sweet, though. I'm not sure if you were flocked before or after you donated and whether the former would constitute blackmail. The small print on the sign said the flamingos would be gone within 72 hours. Which they were. I rather missed them. 

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