This peacock and his harem of hens came by during breakfast each morning to beg for scraps through the netting. At lunch in the beachside grille, small egrets hop up on the table as soon as it is vacated.
Couldn't have made it more plain
When I heard that soft refrain
And I heard you gently sigh
Wanna take you where flamingos fly, flamingos fly
Way over yonder in the clear blue sky
That's where flamingos fly
--Van Morrison, "Flamingos Fly," Period of Transition
