In high school a group of friends and I named ourselves "The Flamingo Bandits". We would drive around town on the weekends, swiping pink flamingo lawn ornaments. We accumulated quite a collection. My mom just knew one night she was going to get a call we had been arrested.
My mom woke up the morning of my high school graduation open house to a lawn COVERED in flamingos. She was so mad! Since we lived in a subdivision she made us move them to the backyard before we got in trouble.
This is not our front yard, just a pale comparison.
Only one lawn flamingo survived my parents move. It was a large wooden flower box flamingo. While Liam and I were there last week I went down to the basement to take a picture of it. Can you believe Woman got rid of it?! (I call my mom Woman, but that's a story for another day.)
This is what the flamingo that survived the move looked like.