It happened again. We were flamingoed.
I guess they thought Fannie was lonely.
Their beady little eyes get a little unnerving after a while...
...so I had to take some extreme measures.
I'm thinking of holding them hostage...
For a plate of brownies.
**Dear Flamingo Lawn Attackers: If you want them back, you'd better come with chocolate. :)**
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