There was a man walking his dog as we were mid-flock for a milestone birthday, headed our way.
With a flamingo tucked under one arm, my partner in crime, walked slowly over to him and whispered, 'ssshhh, it’s a surprise!'
The response was a bellowing; “yeah I’m from Indiana we used to do that all the time!” as he kept on, walking his pooch as if it were 12 o’clock in the afternoon.

We will have to visit Indiana and snap some pictures of the local flocks in action! (please don't worry, no photo's will be posted without consent)