Since yesterday I brought them up, here they are. Something pink this way comes.
Amanda and some other bloggers discuss what it means to be in luck and how to bring it about, luck.
Some would call this winning the lottery, I call it grocery shopping.
ADD-IT: I should explain that this is not just a hyperbole or what not, but that there really is a Coop right next to the lagoon where I buy my groceries. For Valentine’s Day they organise flamingo-mating dance viewing from the roof. Truth!
This is one minute in the life of little Manja and her pinkish flamingos by the Orbetello lagoon. These four photos were taken back to back. Something startled them and I was thinking they could smell bestia but we were really far.
I was also hoping some of them would take off but alas in two minutes they went back to chilling, which is what they do here until the end of February or so when they take off for good until the next winter, as I mention in my yesterday’s poem.
The last photo shows you how far they really are. Just as well. This is a nature reserve, after all. It is us who are visiting.