Day 238: One of the last places you would expect to see a lawn flamingo is in a National Park unless perhaps it cropped up in Everglades as an April Fools prank by some visitor, but this chap seems quite content living in the employee housing area of Longmire. He's been there for several months to cheer us up as we walk from the administrative compound to the community building, apparently content to live on a diet of fir needles and cones. He always makes me chuckle, and I've stopped several times to take his picture, but never knew quite what to do to present him to the public until now.
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