How would a pretty pink flamingo end up high in a tree, hanging upside down? And how did it get from our daughter Erin's pool in her back yard to its final perch 20 meters high up in the branches in her front yard?
A skunk? A racoon? A mini tornado? Too big for a squirrel I would think. It's anybody's guess what carried this vibrant vinyl floating flamingo skyward to its final resting place.
We'll never know for sure.
UPDATE: Erin says the bird is not from her pool. She suspects it's a large helium-filled balloon that escaped from somebody's party.
.
.
.
No comments:
Post a Comment