Flamingo (and punctuation?) Party

…i feel like i’m cheating: the story you are about to read is actually something i wrote a long time ago and i am literally going to copy and paste it here.  is that cheating?  i think it is. kinda.  Unfortunately, the copy of the picture below isn’t the greatest quality and doesn’t show the colors as vibranty as they really are, so moral of story: start photographing pictures better in the future.  but you get the idea, right?  also, you know one thing i have realized lately?? …and by ‘realized lately’ i mean ‘realized just now': i have a serious aversion to capitol letters.  it has also been brought to my attention (though not well demonstrated in this paragraph) that i have a tendency to overuse and/or misuse and/or abuse punctuation. sometimes all in one sentence!! but i’m reigning it in right now…  this is a serious-ish blog about non-serious pictures. they deserve a somewhat conservative and responsible use of punctuation. (lies. the punctuation abuse will show itself sooner or later…)  BUT just for fun, here are my top 10 favourite punctuations starting with my most favourite 1. the exclamation mark (!) which also includes multiple exclamation marks to express super excitedness (!!!!!!!!!!) 2. the question mark exclamation mark combo (?!)  3. dot dot dot (…)  4. the double question mark (??)  5. parentheses (these) 6. quotation marks “these”  7. the slash (/)  8. the colon:  9. the dash-  10. and lastly, though not punctuation at all, it still has an effect on how you read things and therefore makes my list: ALL CAPS! 

Ok, now that i have fully distracted myself from the very simple task of copy & paste-ing some text, let’s get to it:


Hello and welcome to the flamingo party!   What are they celebrating you might ask?   To answer that, we must take a closer look at the history of these tall, festive, borderline ridiculous-looking birds. It all started a long time ago, BEFORE all flamingos were pink. I bet you didn’t know it, but flamingos used to be mostly grey, just like pigeons (…big tall pigeons with long necks). Flamingos back then didn’t like to celebrate very often – they were dull creatures that took their job of being birds very seriously: they would spend hours preening their feathers until they were shiny and each one was in place, stand still and tall to achieve the perfect stoic look, and then gaze upon their environment with an air of importance and dignity. Yes, being a bird was a very serious undertaking indeed and it didn’t leave any room for fun. Such was the life of the grey flamingos in the past, and they liked it that way.

One year around Easter time (which also happens to be prime nesting season) a mischievous rabbit who lived nearby decided to play a joke on the relentlessly gloomy flamingos. While the flamingos weren’t looking (distracted by perfecting their feathers) he snuck into the nests and dyed all their eggs pink! The rabbit thought it might make them smile, or that they might actually enjoy some color for a change. And if they hated it, no harm done because the eggs would soon hatch and life would go on as normal. However, upon returning to their nests, the flamingos were horrified to see that their perfect eggs were no longer the creamy-white color that they so adored. The birds looked around frantically and only caught a quick glimpse of a furry white blur disappearing into the tall grass, but it was enough to identify the culprit: The EASTER BUNNY!!! ARGH. He was always up to festive pranks like that. There was nothing the flamingos could do but sit on their eggs and wait for them to hatch so that they could get rid of the hideous pink egg shells afterwards.

It was two weeks later that the joyous day came – the whole flock gathered around to watch the pink eggs hatch. First a little beak, then a little foot, then a little pink head. Wait… a little pink head? PINK? What were they looking at? It couldn’t be one of theirs. Flamingos were grey. But out came a tiny pink bird that had long legs, a long neck, and a beak just like a flamingo. It was the world’s very first pink flamingo. And as the other eggs hatched, there were more pink babies inside. The horrible reality began to sink in: the dye must have soaked through the shell of the eggs and turned the babies inside bright pink. The parents, although a little bit distraught by their offspring’s offensive color at first, loved them just the same and the little flamingos grew up happy and healthy. But one thing about them was very different: rather than a gloomy grey color and a serious ‘all business’ attitude, these brightly colored birds were goofy, playful, and spent most of their time finding ways to have fun! They celebrated everything from birthdays to holidays and every small occasion in between. Sometimes they even invented holidays just to have an excuse to throw a party (such is how January 5th became National Bird Day, and how July 10th became Don’t Step on a Bee Day, and how October 18th became National Chocolate Cupcake Day…those are real days, look it up). So a few years later when the pink flamingos started laying eggs of their own, you can imagine the celebrations that followed. To their delight, the little chicks that hatched were bright pink too! A second generation pink flamingos, and like their parents, they also loved a good party. Today, after many many many generations, the descendents of those first pink flamingos live on, giving us the pink flamingos that we see today.

This brings us back to the flamingos in the picture and what it is they might be celebrating. The answer, actually, is that they aren’t quite sure. You see, after so many parties, occasions, and made up holidays over the years, they forgot to keep track of which day goes with which celebration and now have no idea what it is that they are all at a party for. All they know is that every day has something worth celebrating and that they are always ready for it!

Too soon? also, Rainbow Cow!!

Is it too soon?  I don’t know the appropriate time to wait between blog posts.  A week? A few days? EVERY day?!  I’m sure there’s some protocol out there that I’m unaware of, so this is the part where I wing it and hope i don’t upset the delicate balance between eager anticipation and exasperated impatience when it comes to new posts…

Actually, I would have probably waited a little bit longer to write again but the whole reason i made this blog was because i was procrastinating doing laundry the other night.  Update: i STILL haven’t done the laundry.  It’s getting urgent…  I have no socks left and I’m down to the uncomfortable “emergency” underwear that fit weird and are only are worn in times of desperation.  So, what is the obvious solution to my laundry issues (other than buying more underwear and socks)?  The solution is to procrastinate further with even more blogging!

This is definitely the right choice… laundry can wait.

Today I want to talk about one of the characters that started it all: Rainbow Cow.  He has been featured in many scenes over the years, sometimes as a background character but most often in a leading role.  He also has a part in a book starring one of his friends Captain Pelican (more about him another time).  Rainbow Cow is a natural born performer, full of charisma and charm and he commands attention wherever he goes.  But at the same time, he is completely naive about the world around him and doesn’t seem to recognize that he is rainbow colored and therefore one of a kind.  His unawareness of this is what makes him so special because he never acts elite or better than anyone else… he’s just a happy little rainbow colored cow that doesn’t know any better.

I wasn’t sure I really wanted to introduce Rainbow Cow yet though, because he is still a bit of a mystery even to me.  How did he become rainbow colored?  Where did he come from? Are there more rainbow cows out there somewhere?  I have a lot of unanswered questions about him, and the thing is, I’m not sure they will ever be answered.  It’s been almost 6 years and I’m no closer to knowing than i was on the day I met him. 

I don’t want to dwell on the unknown though, so I’ll tell you what I like best about Rainbow Cow: He makes me happy.  He makes people happy.  He has an enchanting curiosity about the world that is contagious and makes you want to know things and know people and be a part of things and enjoy every single moment.  It’s his innocent optimism that makes you believe everything is ok in a world where people can be mean and unfriendly and hurtful to others.  Rainbow Cow is the exclamation mark in my life, the “happy goggles” i have been accused of seeing the world through, and an embodiment of all that is good and wonderful. 

“Isn’t everything just the best?!” – Rainbow Cow