It didn’t take long before my flamingo found another source of water entertainment. She really wanted to go sailing.
Me: That isn’t even a sail boat. It’s a dingy and you would need a motor and I don’t have one.
Flamingo: No, I don’t need a motor. I could just get the ducks in the river to push me. They have awesome webbed feet and I know they would help. They probably would like to see my killer back flip.
Me: You know something, I don’t think I have seen any ducks on the river for a while. I don’t think you will find any help in that adventure.
Flamingo: Oh, I’m sure there are some fish who will help.
Me: I think the fish are hibernating in the muck below the water.
Flamingo: I will find a way. You always say, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.”
I had to nod in agreement. It is one of those string of words that often leave my mouth. I had to give it to her, she might just find a way to get the dingy to move. Really, the current would probably take her down the river, into the Chesapeake Bay, and out to the Atlantic Ocean.
Flamingo: Just think, I could travel to all my adoring fans, even the ones in the United Kingdom. If I play my cards right, I could hitch a ride on a tram to another waterway.
My flamingo was quiet for a long moment and I knew she was imagining how great it would be to see all our blogging friends in person. I did think for a brief moment that it would be fun to track her progress. Imagine my putting an address on her in the same way people do with balloons or messages in bottles.
It could be fun.
I had to give it to her.
Me: Well, it’s an idea. I think it is not quite a good idea, but it’s an idea. I’ll tell you what, you get the boat down to the river and I will let you go.
Flamingo: Yay! Here I go.
Three hours later…..
Me: I don’t think you will be able to get that down to the river. Oh, such a shame.
Please note I did assist her and she was safe and sound when I went back to the warmth of the fire.
Several hours later, the beast barked with such fervor that I felt compelled to check the yard even though I could tell there were no vehicles containing the dreaded and dangerous strangers.
As soon as I walked past the pool, I heard it.
Flamingo: (very muffled, and desperate) Help!
I do think that life threatening predicament taught her a lesson. Still, she is a bit persistent.
Flamingo: Hey, look! This is smaller and I think it will float. I am going to try this instead.
Me: You do realize that there is ice in that, don’t you? I don’t think you would like to stay inside something with ice in it.
Flamingo: You could take it out.
Me: Yes, but if you sail away in that, and make it to the bay, waves and rain will just fill the bucket up again and that will freeze and you won’t like that.
Flamingo: Take it out, please, please, please. Oh, pretty please with pink on top!
Me: Now, lean up against this and think about what it will be like to be in the middle of some waterway with this around your feathers.
I walked away in the same way we do when giving foolish offspring something to think about. By the time I got back to the house, she was seeking the warmth and protection of any nearby flamingos.
I think she learned her lesson. At least until the summer!