Flock of Flamingos

Pink Yard Flamingos
Tequesta, FL
November 21. 2025

 I was shocked yesterday, as I rode my usual route around Tequesta. I came across a flock of pink flamingos. No, they were not the living kind, but they were the classic Florida pink yard flamingos. 

I have never seen so many pink flamingos in one yard. They definitely made me smile. Are they Christmas decorations? I am not sure. But it was surely a yard full of pink Florida yard flamingos. A flamboyance, for sure. 

OK, so I had the idea to ask Chat GPT to write a short whimsical five paragraph story about the pink yard flamingos. It turned out better than I thought it might. 

On the seventeenth mile of your bike ride through sunny Tequesta, where the palms swayed like lazy metronomes, you stumbled upon a most peculiar sight: a full-blown flamboyance of pink yard flamingos staging what could only be described as a neighborhood takeover. The house stood still and dignified, but its lawn—oh, its lawn—was alive with a plastic commotion that felt halfway between a parade and a picnic. Their pink bodies gleamed boldly in the morning light, as if they’d been waiting just for you to roll by and witness their moment.

At the head of the flock stood the tallest flamingo, Sir Beaksalot III, renowned leader of the Great Tequesta Migration (or so he believed). He had spent nearly two hours orchestrating the arrangement of his flock into what he claimed would be “a flamingo formation so beautiful the humans shall weep.” Unfortunately, the rest of the flamingos were more interested in arguing about whose turn it was to stand in the shadiest patch of lawn. You could almost hear the tiny bickering in the breeze as they tilted this way and that.

To the left, near the hedges, Lady Featherworth presided over her own project: a plastic-pink ballet recital. Each flamingo was instructed to bend slightly forward—gracefully, theatrically, dramatically. Some pulled it off with flair. Others simply looked like they’d dozed off mid-pose. Still, she was determined to prepare them for the annual Palm Frond Pirouette, a prestigious event in the lawn-ornament arts. If her dancers performed well, she hoped to win back the coveted Sprinkler Trophy.

Meanwhile, two troublemakers—Twirl and Squeak—plotted a grand escape toward the driveway. They had long dreamed of reaching the open road and seeing the world beyond this carefully trimmed yard. As you pedaled by, they seemed to be inching forward, willing you to take them along on your adventure. Alas, their metal legs got stuck in the grass again, ending yet another attempted breakout.

And as you coasted past the scene, wind in your face, the flamingos seemed to freeze proudly in their quirky tableau. Perhaps they knew they’d made your seventeenth mile just a bit more magical. Perhaps they simply enjoyed the applause of a passing cyclist. Either way, the flamingos of Tequesta—plastic though they may be—had succeeded in adding a delightful dash of whimsy to your ride.  (Chat GPT)

The story made me smile!

-- Bob Doan, Tequesta, FL