Back by popular demand….
Well it depends on your definition of popular demand. SD Gates asked me if the flamingos were still helping me move rock and I responded that they were behaving themselves in the rain. SD then insinuated that the flamingos were fair weather helpers.
This made me think. Maybe my flamingos weren’t really just staying away from the work site because they were allowing me to progress in the rain. Maybe they were fair weather helpers. Hmm, I thought, we should check on the matter.
I found a few of my flamboyance. You know what they were doing? Nothing!
They were just leaning on the side of the pool and each other.
Well I looked at them, and used my condescending voice. “You know, SD says you’re all just a bunch of fair weather helpers. I wonder, are you really just a bunch of feathered fools who can’t do anything if your feathers get wet?”
One jumped right into the wagon!
Then another joined the first. He was so excited because for some reason he thought he could move the wagon.
He had a little trouble. Seems all he could see was rock. Needed a little help to see the path before him.
A fine lady came to help lift her friend
Things started to look a little brighter for my helpers. They were able to work together to get the wagon around the house.
The two who were moving the wagon flew away. They were happy to have helped, but they saw no need to stick around.
I warned the flamingo in the wagon. Really I did. I don’t think he is all that bright, well, other than his coloring.
“I warned you,” I said, shaking my head.
“No worries.” He shook his feathers and regained his perch.
He was proud as a peacock when he saw the pile outside the wagon.
“I can help you hoe the gravel.” He said eagerly. “Please let me help!”
Oh, my sweet little flamingo. He really is a fine feathered helper!