A flamingo now
nests on the ledge by our desk under the skylight where yesterday's crow strode tentatively.
In the 1980s the flamingo reposed in its original form on the upper deck rail at 517, back in the pre-bughouse (1986) days. See below.
Alas, it eventually had its neck broken. Not wanting to part with this artifact presented to us in the 70s by friend Tom Light of Sequim WA, we took that flamingo head and wedded it to two interlocking gourds grown at the Arcadian Ave address.
In mixed media now, it rests at the Odd Fellows hall in its semi-plasticity roosting on a fleece-covered cottage cheese container. Symbolically flightless, it sports a pair of flappable leather wings.