Flamingos

Okay, so Sam was napping during the flamingos, but i'm still going to give them the honor of a blog entry. Extravagant birds, yet ludicrously overdressed for the Florida marsh. Opulently plumed, yet knee-deep in muck. Imperial and stately, yet they squabbled like chickens. Their necks as graceful and sinuous as arcs of water, yet all that loveliness brought to a screeching halt by blunt beaks hacking at slimy food.